this house doesn’t have a clue – and other things i never meant to say out loud about christmas

I was scolded once by a professor for ending a presentation with the four honest words, “That’s all I have.” And I think this speaks something to my silence here over the past (eep) month or so. I’m imagining myself trailing you down the hallway repeating, “Well, what was I supposed to say?” It’s not […]

RS: before & during: dining room

We did something reckless in order to create this dining room. We turned our three bedroom house into a two bedroom house. With the help of my house-flipping aunt, we estimated that our target buyers, when we resell, will be younger folks like us. We guess that, if their family gets too big for two bedrooms, […]

hello 24.

Tomorrow I’m 24. I feel a crisis coming on. Josh turns 25 this year; his quarter-life crisis led him to buy a Jeep. I accept partial responsibility. When his 1990 Toyota Corolla (“Gilbert,” as in Anne) died earlier this year, I said, “Well, if you want a car that’ll last more than five years, maybe you should consider that it might be […]

you must be the baby

My mother and I take a pilates class together on Fridays. (We seem drawn to making fools of ourselves.) Last week after class, while I gathered my things, my mom shared with our instructor that she had had the four of us kids pretty close together, and that now we’re 23, 22, 19, and – “my baby just turned 18.” […]

the principle of small things

Last year, my husband walked into our floral shop and said, “What can I get for nine dollars?” This Valentine’s Day was better. Not because I got a third rose or because we’ve risen above poverty level (although I did, and we have), but because we’re at peace, mostly, with what we can’t have. We date in […]

making the most of what wasn’t flushed

My wallet took a kamikaze dive into the toilet. This was not just any wallet. This was my universe. Cash, cards, keys, chapstick, phone, license: everything essential to my daily existence. My cash was not in the wallet at the time – I removed it earlier that day because I needed coffee (to be unpacked later in […]

underailing

 underailing [un-dee-railing]: the process of situating yourself (not without some kicking and screaming) back onto the course most fitting and least stupid for your life Last week was a one of half-formed thoughts and questions, of lies and betrayal and emotional breakdowns in public bathrooms, of not sleeping, of always wanting to sleep, of shampooing twice and shaving only […]