The story I wrote for Saturday's paper about downsizing sparked a lot of conversation just within my family.

Now, my mom is making lists of things she wants me to get out of her house. Guess I'm going to have to find some closet space for my white satin letter jacket and fancy-pants madrigal dress.

I think a sign that you have a new go-to recipe is when you get that desparate what-are-we-eating-for-dinner feeling, you think of a dish and realize your cookbook flips right to it.

As I work toward a streamlined, two-person home (and writing a story for Saturday about downsizing), I've heard advice to pare down your books.

A week before getting married, I had a couple of panic-filled days after I lost two stones from my engagement ring.

Frieda's Specialty Produce, which supplies produce to local Schnuck's stores, regularly sends me press releases about unusual fruits and vegetables. They're usually interesting, so I tend to post them here. This one about sunchokes is especially so - who knew you could eat the roots of sunflower plants?

Rob and I (OK, actually Rob and his dad) finished tiling the shower surround in our bathroom last month.

(The project took a long time, so long that I decided to skip blogging about it altogether. I am infinitely grateful for his dad stepping in and fixing our little bathroom boondoggle.)

Since I've been blogging lately about small spaces and home improvements, I thought I'd write a quick post about one small but incredibly useful change we've made in our kitchen.

I have a new dilemma when it comes to do-it-yourself projects.