Wednesday WTF
The house featured in this week’s column serves as a personal cautionary tale. You see, nothing gets me going like tchotchkes. It is a heck of an admission to make but it is an honest one. It does not matter the trip, I always have to come back with one or two, maybe more, tchotchkes,…
An accurate description for the State of Alaska is rugged. The terrain is rugged. The people are rugged. The attitude is rugged. The fact that the state flag is not some big burly Alaskan swathed in red check flannel, chopping wood, is a shocker. The only thing missing is the red checkered flannel shirt. Back…
It never ceases to amaze me the level of ridiculous conversations I have with a particular friend when we get together during happy hour. It is our D&D (drink & debate) time. On tap last week were female superheroes of the 1970s. No we are not solving the world’s problems but we do make ourselves…
Many, many, years ago I made my husband, Gus, an ice cream cake for his birthday. He had broken his knee cap and was feeling down. So I decided that an ice cream cake would do wonders for his spirits. That is a fair representation of the Gusmeister, his love of cake and his love…
There have not been many times when I wanted to meet the people selling the homes I write about. I tend to make up little stories about them in my head and make up excuses as to why they felt the need, for instance, to put urinals in the kitchen. (If you are a new…
