I turned 30. My first gray hair, fluttering above my temple like a flag planted by an advancing army. I plucked it, examined ...

Tucked along Highway 231 in Ozark, Alabama sits a turquoise-painted slice of Southern heaven that has breakfast enthusiasts ...

It’s not difficult to picture the ideal Renaissance woman: her feminine curves draped across a chaise, a delicate blush splashed across porcelain skin and long, free-flowing curls trailing behind her.