My mother always told me to keep things simple. Spoiler alert: I never listened. Case in point. I offered to "help" with the Village Easter Egg Hunt shortly after we moved to town. Instead, last spring, I was asked to take it over by the sweet elderly couple who live two doors down, who'd been... Continue Reading →

The two most important accessories a Victorian house in the country can have are: Tennis Racket 2. Fuzzy, cute, blood-thirsty kitty sisters Why? These are the tools of the trade for navigating rural life and evicting (by WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY) its frequent, uninvited visitors. From mice to bats to chipmunks. I never, and I mean... Continue Reading →

This month, I celebrated one of the few remaining birthdays of my 30's. It was a glorious day of doing a whole lot of relaxing nothing with my sweet husband, who also happens to be my favorite person to hang out and do nothing with. He’s so much like me in some ways, and my... Continue Reading →

How many people can say that they live in their dream house, in their dream community? I happily can – even if said dream house happens to be a tiny bit broken. Well, not broken broken – just in need of love, vision, and an endless stream of “minor” repairs. Oh – and money. This... Continue Reading →