The American dream-a walk in closet. The dining room has become a disposable section of the home that served some more important function at some stage of our development. Many of them sit gathering dust, patiently awaiting the next Thanksgiving. Many of them...
I grew up knowing two things to be true. Coffee is always served warm and at 3:00 with a snack and having my hands in dirt made me feel grounded. It was the 80’s and well, caffeine in small humans wasn’t quite as frowned upon as it is now. If grandpa...
I have become my family’s historian by default after my mothers’ side of the family started to pass away. Tubs of pictures, clippings and other items were passed on to my mom and then on to me. I was in awe and a little inundated with the amount of pictures and...
It is loud living downtown. Sometimes I forget just how noisy it is until I slip back home to a smaller Midwestern town. Stepping onto my parents’ porch at 10 o’clock at night is eerily quiet. Society is moving away from having quiet unplugged lives. We are...
