It’s the last day of summer vacation for all kids in JCrewviille. Weeeeee!!!! Next week I take back the house. No more scrambling to feed the neighborhood kids. No more black feet and bloody scabs. No more exhausted crying spells from back-to-back sleepovers. Yet no more lazy mornings sipping coffee with… Read More Ending Summer
So, my house…it seduced me. My husband and I were uncertain about moving here, so we’d take long drives up from Chicago and cruise the streets and poke around. JCrewville is so pretty. It looks like a small New England town with big trees and old houses –not a McMansion in sight. Leafy, with sidewalks (on… Read More Buying the Carsons’ House
I once had this boyfriend who used to mock the contents of my refrigerator. Whenever he’d come over, he’d make a big deal of opening the door just to see it there was anything new in there. And there never was –just one dried-out jar of mustard, an old bottle of champagne and about… Read More For the Love of Cooking
Small Town. Small Times. 