37 and as Helpless as a Baby

I like to think I know things. I like to tell people about the things I know. I usually say it with authority. And now I know - I...

I'm Back . . . I Think?

It's been a minute. Actually, it's been about 125 days since I last posted. The first 40 of those consisted of our last days in...

What's the Right Way to Say Goodbye?

Being six weeks out from our move feels a lot more real than being three months out. I imagine at two weeks out, sleep will completely...

The Tidy Life Is Not For Me

We are having our first open house this Saturday. Leading up to it, we've gone through every room to make it "show-ready" and, of...

It's 4 a.m. . . .

Do you know when bears emerge from hibernation in Vermont? I do. It's sometime between early March and mid-April, depending on how late...

Screw T.S. Eliot

With all due respect, January is the cruelest month. Thankfully it's almost over. I suppose I should've ordered a light box sooner, but...

A Little Weekend Project

After the year of french door building, Boris couldn't wait to jump into another project - one that was a bit easier (for him). Luckily...

Bust Out a Window And Put In a Door

I have no clever titles in me right now, as both kids are getting over a back to school bug that has left all of us a bit sleep deprived....

Cookie Momster

I'm that lady. The one that hands out chocolate chip cookies to neighbors, co-workers, contractors. I brought scones to our first house...

How to Buy a House in 45 Minutes

Okay, not really, but that's about how long I've been in the house Boris and I are going to purchase on Tuesday. In actuality, we've been...

The Bathroom that Decided Our Fate

Okay, the title might be a little dramatic, but I stand by it. One of the main reasons we are moving to Vermont is so that Boris has a...