Coffee shops have become my office. I like to write there because I can really focus most of the time and my soy lattes come with a swirly heart. No laundry is screaming to distract me, nor cookies begging to be eaten. When I leave the house to write, I say to Hubby,...
We had a pile of junk in our garage. Nobody wanted to drive it to the dump. Not me nor hubby and no surprise, not even my college son home for spring break wanted to drive to the dump. I thought maybe, my son and I could partner. ‘Ya know, give us a little one-on-one...
One of my favorite mantras: Life is too short for a clean house. The only problem, it’s not a forever statement. I could be reported to CPA or a Department of Health Agency but I wouldn’t let it get that far. After awhile, the dust, grime and clutter make me bonkers...
One of my favorite times of the year is Oscar Night. A girlfriend is kind enough to host every year, cooking up fancy nibbles to eat with sparkling wine. We dress in comfy clothes, maybe adding a sparkly bracelet or necklace to feel movie-star-esque. I bring my own...
I live in a mixed generation neighborhood. If you want to see babies in a stroller, they live here. If you want to pretend little boys are not hiding in your bushes for hide-and-seek, they live here. If you want a teenage babysitter or a teenage driver, gulp, they...
