Leaf buds began appearing on Sean and Melody Wheeler’s grapevines in early April, marking the start of their seventh year as vintners of a most unusual product Sean has modestly – and accurately – dubbed “OK Wine.” In a few months he’ll begin harvesting the grapes and turning them into about…
In the early 2010s, Shaka Smart had the basketball world talking about two things: how many games he was winning at Virginia Commonwealth University and how good he looked doing it. But while the strength of Smart’s VCU teams was evident to everyone – after all, they gave the school its firs…
It’s a drizzly, overcast morning in May and Ash Hobson Carr is busy preparing flowers for a weekend farmers market. Clad in long sleeves, bluish-gray pants, weathered brown boots, and a khaki baseball cap, she sets off from the far corner of the Mechanicsville property on which her farm sits…
Sommelier Grayum Vickers, 34, keeps the wine lovers happy at Longoven, a popular Richmond restaurant known for innovative dishes and an impressive wine list. The Scott’s Addition hot spot recently earned Wine Spectator magazine’s prestigious Award of Excellence. We sat down with Vickers, a T…
In January of this year I traded my comfy life of apartment living – golfing on weekends, free gym and pool, zero yard work – for a honey-do list longer than my arm.
A photo I came across on Instagram, posted by skin care mogul May Lindstrom, featured a lavender-colored rose beginning to wither and the words “Beauty in every stage.” To me, it perfectly exemplified the industry’s movement away from terms like “anti-aging,” toward a healthier perception of…
Lauren M. Dix took the roundabout way to her career in fashion, beauty, and lifestyle.
Anyplace else, General Jackson probably would’ve been euthanized. Several veterinarians have recommended it. Ever since he was a foal, the Tennessee walking horse has suffered health problems, including laminitis, a painful hoof condition that requires constant attention. But “The General,” …
“Raspberries?” I said, puzzling over a pour of lightly-blushed rosé at a recent wine tasting. “I get strawberries,” my friend replied, her head tilted as if letting the wine speak to her. “It’s strawberries,” the wine rep said, pointing down at his tasting sheet.
In my living room, just across from the fireplace, hangs a large tapestry of a realistic looking goat in the mountains with some very surreal and colorful triangles. It sounds weird, I know, but it’s magnificent.