There's not a word in our language that's just right for the feeling when you've escaped a disaster — the sense some might call "there but for the grace of God . . ." or dodged a bullet. But even lacking a label, something definitely happens when you experience a place that's later visited by terror, something that may be critical to our survival.
Stop saying "smooth," to start.
The first glimmer of the idea that became EDWINS came with Brandon Chrostowski's arrest. He was 18 years old, just a kid in Detroit, charged with fleeing when they couldn't get him on a drug dealing charge. The judge offered him a second chance–but only if he got a job.
We learn to dress ourselves around, what, kindergarten? It's not hard. You put garments on the parts that you don't want to get cold and that's it. Back then we didn't give much thought to how we looked in our clothes — or maybe it's that we didn't give much thought to what other people thought.
Hotels are fond of plastering "dog friendly" on everything, luring pet families with promises of treats and dog bowls and beds to pamper their pooches.
I'm sure they think it makes them look good, but maybe what they're not considering is the frustration it generates when d...
Once while renovating a big, old house in Detroit, I subsisted on pizza, Pringles, peanut butter and jelly, and M&Ms. (And bourbon.) My body did not thank me. Which is why, looking ahead to my next project—a kitchen refresh in my new place in Louisville, Kentucky—I turned to Jess Dang, a professional Bay Area meal planner who recently completed a major kitchen reno herself, for tips on not only surviving, but thriving.
The nation's inner cities are full of bright youngsters — all they need is a chance, acclaimed chef says.
Motown, the Motor City, the D. With its history and culture and great new places to hang, this happening hot spot can’t have just one name.
Locals may debate whether this river city is the South or the Midwest, but everyone can agree that Louisville, Kentucky, is an exciting place to be.
Crowds pack the 'Ville for the Kentucky Derby the first weekend in May, but bourbon-fueled delights await year-round.
Sometimes food is about artisan ingredients, beautiful plating, and a chef's brilliance; sometimes food is about soul-soothing nourishment. That's not to say it can't be both, but the latter is one of the reasons I fell in love with an unlikely Midwestern city. In fact, I fell so hard I bought a big, old house that had plenty of soul, but needed a lot of TLC.
This is why I Airbnb.
It's a golden Monday evening in Central Park in Old Louisville. I'm helping a woman in a flowing white dress climb onto the gazebo (a former wishing well) for photos. Suddenly, she's radiant. It's more than the setting sun lighting her face; I turn to see what ignited the blissful smile — and there's her groom.
We've all heard it. If you're looking to buy, you should always go for the worst house in the best neighborhood. But have many of us ever stopped to question that conventional wisdom?