BBQ... what does it mean to you?  In my childhood years, BBQ was more of a verb than a noun.  Dad would BBQ chicken, or maybe T-Bo...

No... we are not flying UPS, but this is the plane my husband flies! Greetings from 36,000 feet above the ground!!  Goodness, times hav...

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For the last few weeks my eyes have casually strayed to those magazine racks that always seem to tempt me at the checkout line.  While ...

Arriving home from our long week in Las Vegas for Liv's Nationals (pics on our Liv Life Facebook page ) , my cupboards we...

Where were you in 1987?  College?  Preschool?  Retired?  Not even born?  No matter what your place in 1987, I'm willing to bet tha...

Perusing many of my favorite foodie blogs over the last few days, I've been thrilled to see the red, white and blue proudly display...