Are We There Yet?
There I was, contemplating how I could steal something back from a local thrift shop and asking myself, “How did I get here?”
Let’s back up a few days.
About a month ago, on the first sunny Saturday in a while, I felt energized to do some spring cleaning.
This doesn’t come easy for me. I save everything. My house could be one of those “before” pictures on decluttering.com.
When I tell people what I did over spring break, I get a variety of reactions.
Laughter. Sympathy. And from some fellow parents, knowing smiles.
My vacation involved a trip to Florida with my daughter — and about 100 of her middle-school friends. Four days at the Disney World theme parks, two overnight bus trips there and back.
With all the shoveling, back pain and creative driving we’ve endured in recent days, I thought I’d offer some tried-and-true homeowner advice to help you get through the rest of the winter.
Today’s installment is a step-by-step guide for what (not) to do when your furnace stops working on the coldest day of the year. Just in case, you know, that were to ever happen.
Shelby Rowan has had a rough life. No two ways about it.
He lived with his mom in a homeless shelter, on and off, for the first 14 years of his life.
His dad wasn’t in the picture. One brother died at birth. Another spent time in jail.
HGTV is an old friend.
The network of home makeovers and remodeling shows debuted in 1994, and I’ve been a faithful fan ever since.
I’ve daydreamed about which show I’d apply for and mentally drafted many a heart-tugging letter to the producers.
Every family has a story, as NPR’s “StoryCorps” project has so poignantly told.
We’ve been revisiting ours in recent weeks box by box, combing through the treasure trove of memories from my parents’ house.
We have an indecision problem in our family.
At least I think we do. I could be wrong. What do you think?
This malady afflicts us to varying degrees. I fall somewhere short of midrange on the decisiveness-o-meter — not as bad as some but worse than others.
We are celebrating the “Thanksmas” holiday this year with my side of the family.
My niece is getting married Saturday night, and lots of relatives are coming into town who won’t be able to make it back for Christmas a month later. So we’re doing a combo holiday on Thanksgiving.
Judging by the Christmas trees I saw at Target on Halloween — or maybe it was Fourth of July? — the holiday shopping season has begun.
I have just one question: What mouth-breathing nonparent invented the toy called “Bop-it”?