RS: how to pry a half-ton monster freezer out of your basement and live to tell the tale

The former home owners left us lots of little presents, but nothing tops the freezer. Apologies to those of you still trying to forget (you know we are), but here’s the deal – No ordinary appliance, this giant metal horror film prop had sat, unplugged, for years before we bought the house. Besides being ugly […]

RS: in which hvac sparks a personal crisis

This heating system, if it’s our only solution, single-handedly blows our budget. For a brief, glimmering moment, we were businesspeople. We were wise; we were large and in charge; we had more than just enough. We’ve been pruning our budget, spending more time than money, stalking Craigslist’s free section (I can’t lie…it’s my home page). We just bought […]

restoration saga: hvac hates us.

We’ve hit another wall. Our plans for insulation, drywall, and everything else that makes our house look like it’s conducive to human life are on hold until we can find an HVAC person who, like, wants our business. “I’ll get that quote to you by Friday” means “OK, your house stinks and I’ll never see you again.” I’m sure these […]

young, stupid, and making it {1}

{Due to the monstrous size of this post, I halved it.} With the internet abuzz (slightly abuzz – it’s not North Korea) with the topic of early marriage, I’ve ducked my head and, as I devotedly do when hard things swirl about my end of the blogosphere, pretended not to notice. Controversial topic pertinent to […]

restoration saga: what bat poo and poverty taught me about christian love

In the midst of good, hard, two-hands-to-the-plow living lately, I’ve run out of room in my days to talk about it. There’s a lot happening in me and my house. I may have to tackle this in baby chunks. We had some heart-breakingly beautiful work parties last week at the house. It was hard work. […]

sense: how to deal with not making it

I tend to gravitate toward people whose lives make no sense.  I can’t explain it. I like it. I like them. I like their fearless, and even fearful, excitement about doing the right thing, even in the face of no money, no spouse, no privacy, and lots of rules about what you cannot drink or flush. They stride straight — or […]

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 […]


 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 […]

affirmation monster

I got my antibiotics, along with a mild narcotic, strictly for sleeping purposes. And there was no pleading or crawling down the hallways, weeping or gnashing my teeth; all my practice was in vain. The doctor’s exact words were, “There’s no reason to torture you any longer.” I squeaked something polite and unfitting like, “Thank […]


We’ve been excitedly anticipating getting our deposit back from our landlord. (He basically told us that we left the apartment looking shockingly beautiful, so we’re sure to get it back.) Maybe we’ll see a movie. Maybe we’ll buy tic-tacs. Maybe we’ll restart an emergency fund of more than fifteen dollars. But Friday happened. Last night, right before, “I love […]