Even if you don’t know your Waylons from your Wynettes, you’ll find something to love in this tune-filled town. DAY ONE 1:00 P.M. Start your “Music City” weekend by checking into the Hilton Nashville. It’s the perfect home base: the hotel is literally across the street from the Country Music Hall of Fame and the […]

Where to eat, sleep, and play (with a very heavy emphasis on eat) in Brooklyn. DAY ONE If you fly into Newark Airport, let me warn you, it’s a loooooong way to get to Brooklyn, using some combination of cab, subway, and shuttle bus (depending on your level of patience and tolerance for crowds), but as soon as […]

It’s a zillion degrees outside. You have all the windows down and the A/C blasting in a blatant disregard for your carbon footprint. The iPod blares your fave album, while you belt out the lyrics in off-key giddiness, attracting glances from passing motorists wondering if you might be torturing a squirrel in there.

Trapped in a cubicle all week? Say buh-bye to the boring office and try these wild weekend thrills!

If you haven’t considered a Vegas vacation since “you” became “we,” think again. Here’s how you can escape the barrage of bachelor-driven attractions and crank up the love-o-meter for a romantic rendezvous.

My husband John and I are celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary this year. We have never been sentimental about our anniversary. The most we ever do is exchange cards–if we remember (my BFF, Heather, whose nephew was born on our wedding day, sometimes reminds me).

Planning your summer getaway? If you’re an outdoorsy type, you want might to steer your canoe toward Camp Wandawega: a retro-chic camping resort in Elkhorn, WI that embraces the simple joys of laid-back living.

Where to eat, shop and sleep in New York City.

With its revitalization efforts and preserved Beaux-Arts architecture, the city that gave us Madonna, Motown and Ball Park Franks promises a truly eclectic getaway.

I have a confession. I hate winter. My feet have been trapped in my winter boots every day since I bought them, and my little piggies are crying out for some fresh air, a place where they aren’t confined by the tyrannical restraints of socks. Freedom!