We moved into our dream home and then our worst nightmare came true, both on the same day.
On Tuesday we moved from our tiny home in the burbs to our hill country ranch in the pouring rain. Our house isn’t ready; there’s no hot water, the cabinets were hung wrong, the gutters aren’t functioning and we are surrounded by a field of mud.
Our builder left a bottle of Moet & Chandon on the kitchen counter with a set of keys around its neck. We rolled our eyes. This house…Continue
Last week I was heating up some soup in the break room at work as two of my colleagues discussed the impending retirement of one of their fathers. Laurie’s father is a much-loved therapist who has slowly referred out over two dozen clients over the last six months. Kathy was lamenting the fact that her father ‘worked so much, we wish he would retire so we could see…Continue
It wasn't until I saw Annemarie's nice introduction post that I realized that I committed a major faux pas: I barged in here and started writing and commenting without so much as a hello. I feel like a boob. So, if anyone's interested, here are a few little nuggets about me. I'll try to keep it pithy.
Dharmabummer is a reference to…
Ah, the Madeleine. The smell of my father’s pipe tobacco, hearing Eric Johnson’s 40 -mile town, a mouthful of Divinity Salad: these are time traveling devices for me. I’m sure you have your own. This morning I had a Proustian moment as I drove to work while listening to my Spanish learning cd. I took Spanish in college but…Continue