t here’s something extra yummy about the term ‘local flavor.’ It connotes chin-drizzling freshness, farmer’s market quaintness and maybe a dash of loveable kook. Now that honeymoons and home-town pride are no longer mutually exclusive, it might be fine time to embrace your burg with the zeal of an outsider. The local holiday is definitely in vogue, and any craze championing economic smarts

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t here’s nothing more endearing than a wide-eyed tyke, all gussied up in his or her Sunday best, inspiration-driven and skepticism-free. That is, until the mud-pies come a’calling and their latest sugar-high hits rock bottom. As bride-of-the-hour, if you just so happen to have an aversion to well-meaning cherubic handfuls, keep the peace with a few simple Miss Manners maneuvers, and sidestep th

t hose who spend the engagement period indulging in first kiss nostalgia and wedding china anxiety are missing out on a seriously good period of grace. Your hearts are definitely hooked but babies seem light years away, so why not channel all butterflies into giddy bliss? No question, planning a party for two clans, plus posses, plus workplace overflow is no easy feat, yet there’s also no joy in

k eeping kids happy of heart, full of belly and reasonably quiet is no easy feat, as any parent will breathlessly tell you. And while commandeering the dance floor might feel like childish tomfoolery to us grownups, our wining and dining is stuff of doldrums to those cherub-faced cuties in sneakers and mary-janes. A sure-fire way to keep parents relaxed and offspring entertained is by setting up a