The Importance of Being Curtained
I’m pretty sure my new neighbors think I’m a lesbian. They haven’t said anything to me directly but there have been whispers, apparently, that my dad…
I’m pretty sure my new neighbors think I’m a lesbian. They haven’t said anything to me directly but there have been whispers, apparently, that my dad…
I don’t know much about washing machines. Or slop sinks for that matter. Or why there is a hose that looks like it belongs to a…
It’s Tuesday morning and I’m at Bank of America. The purpose of my visit is to close out my account and transfer the funds into my…
After thirteen months, 60-some properties, three agreements of sale and almost a month of tearing various things out of my new house, I’m proud to report…
I’m warning you now. In about 24 hours I am going to get very obnoxious; I am going to start posting pictures all over Facebook like…
If all goes according to plan, by the time you read this, The European and I will be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake.…
This might be a bit odd, but after having spent the past several years living with my parents, my brother, my grandmother and occasionally my grandfather,…
Who knew that packing to move was such an art? I thought I had it down: labeling ALL sides of each box, listing not only the…
I know, I know. It’s been an entire week since my last blog post. I can say only this: I am sorry. And I promise to…
You’ll never believe what I found! But first: it’s been three weeks. Three weeks since I was supposed to close on my dream house in Kensington-though-I’ve-been-telling-everyone-Fishtown…
I have a thing for paint samples. I don’t why, but I love looking at them, collecting them and laughing at the funny names the paint…
So remember my plants? The little half-dead seedlings from the Plant Hospital that my mom was helping me to resurrect? Well, it turns out they need…