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  • Yoga for the family.

    This morning, I found a couple of yoga videos on Amazon Prime and decided to play along. The first video, full of sun salutations and warrior poses, did not get even a…

  • Time travel through real estate.

    So, I almost started bawling in a stranger’s kitchen. This weekend, my family was given a tour of the house my grandparents built. They lived there from 1961 until they moved to…

  • In which I douse my home in blood.

    Remember that time that a mouse leapt out of my silverware drawer and up my leg? Weren’t those some good, good times? Well, after a several-month hiatus … guess who’s back! Oh,…

  • Grace.

    I’m trying to have it. Grace, I mean. I’m trying to appreciate the every day joys and not worry about the couldas or shouldas. So it is loving an old dog. He’s…

  • I hate mice and I love my family.

    I visited my parents this weekend. They gave me life. And then they gave me mousetraps. Let me back up. So, remember when I interrupted a HUGE mouse in my silverware drawer,…

  • Why I should stay out of the kitchen.

    I’ve been sick. Real sick. I had a cold and that cold morphed into some sort of chest madness that I’m pretty sure is tuberculosis mixed with Chilean lung leprosy. I’ve been…

  • Mice. Why did it have to be mice?

    The first thing I did was pour some wine and turn up the Earth, Wind & Fire. Of course, I’m talking about finding mouse poo in my silverware drawer again. Again again.…