Sorting More Than Laundry

The PGA merchandising show comes to Orlando every January. My brother, a PGA professional, attends most of them. Last year, he and his famil...

My refrigerator smells. It's not a rotting food smell, but more like a chemical odor, and apparently, my nose is the only one that det...

Today, we shopped for wedding dresses. It's a good thing this date was on the docket long before the change. After an outdoor brunch whe...

January started with a bang. First, I got wired—for sleep. I asked for it. Not because I think I have sleep apnea, but because I know my hus...

Years ago, my friend SueG, her daughter, and I started a Hallmark Christmas movie marathon tradition. The first few times we spent a weekend...

My family has kept resolutions since the 1980s. Each year, we mark them down, work on them, and then discuss whether we've kept them or ...

  Oleg's family knows how to put on a New Year's celebration. We had friends, food, games, fireworks, a visit from Santa Claus, and ...

I came. I conquered. I lapsed. I failed. Same old, same old. Let's check in. Paint my home space  -  My ceilings haven't been painte...

The first family member arrived on the 17th. Mark stayed with us, worked during the day, ate 24/7, and he and I watched Jeopardy every night...

I loved decorating for Christmas as a child, seeing my saved school projects and family possessions. The construction paper Santa glued to t...

Is it me, or is the Christmas holiday starting earlier and earlier each year? Going on the assumption that, yes, it is, my theory is that pe...