Pea Shell, My Belle
byI’ve repaired Adirondack chairs that were rotting and turned shipping pallets into adorable porch swings. But for my money (or lack thereof), peapod wine…
I’ve repaired Adirondack chairs that were rotting and turned shipping pallets into adorable porch swings. But for my money (or lack thereof), peapod wine…
Scouring secondhand stores is nothing new for me. One day last week I realized that I was clothed entirely in used gear, excepting my…
It’s just supposed to be a quick trip. Three hours tops. Instead, it turns into an all-day adventure — bookended by hefty doses of…
I don’t take much to jewelry, personally. In high school, I convinced my mom and dad that I had to have a class ring…
“I’ve found my thing, and that’s what I stick with,” a friend once told me, when I was trying to push her into some…
The winter of 2015, Alzheimer’s took away my Mom’s ability to speak. That same week, a pair of cardinals, her favorite bird, built a…
Mistakes have been made. One time, we bought a marble sink but the cabinet didn’t fit in the bathroom. We were pulling it out…
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Two boxes appeared on the screen. I selected “Yes.” “If you do this, K— and S—…
There was a moment last weekend when I felt like that pilot played by Tom Hardy in “Dunkirk.” We’re driving the Leaf toward Americus,…