When a family’s old house burns down, can shiny new renovations ever replace stories that were hidden in old walls?
Crazy Cat Lady? I Think Not
I am okay with some wrinkles. I am fine with the shifting shape of my butt. Even my worsening arm wattle isn’t that alarming … but accepting crazy cat lady-ness? Uh-uh.
The Frugality Gene
It’s a little known, but (mostly) true fact that an elusive bit of DNA known as the Frugality Gene can govern a person’s entire behavior. Susan Ivory separates thrift from cheap.
Social Media Redeems Itself
Even for a social media lover, there are days when social media is too, well, social. But sometimes amidst the noise, you’ll find a single beautiful clear message.
Limiting Beliefs: A Tale of Mistaken Identity
For most of my life I had been consumed by negative thinking. This was part of who I was … or rather, who I believed myself to be.
The ContainerArt Project: ‘In the Box’ Means ‘Out of the Box’
When we put out the call to action to local artists, we also told them they could leave no visible mark after their installation was removed. No holes, or glue or painting could be done on the actual container. So the whole thing was themed on “No Visible Mark.”
The Quiet of Winter: A Runner’s Reflection
I make it sound oh so beautifully romantic but in all honesty, running is hard for me and I think it always will be, but within that physical struggle, there is something else there that brings me closer to the earth, closer to me.
Why I Wear Black: A Love Affair with Dark Fashion
Johnny Cash once sang, “I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, / Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town…” I love Johnny Cash, but that’s not why I wear black. I don’t wear black because I’m depressed either. Or to look thin. Or to look mysterious.
Lost in IKEA: One Man’s Odyssey
What unique quality does IKEA possess that separates it from the rest of the big box stores? Why is it women love the place, but guys would rather stay home and do the laundry…
Ol’ Blue Eyes: Music of Broken Dreams
I woke up the other day to Frank Sinatra singing “Learning The Blues” on my iPod alarm. In the wrinkle between sleep and waking I remembered the day he died. I got up and wrote it down.
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