In case anyone was wondering why I look so tired in recent pictures, I moved again. From San Francisco, where I lived in the heart of a city outsiders see as a glittering, real-life movie set, to Cleveland, known for weather extremes, closed factories and ham loaf. Of course, neither of those stereotypes is true. […]
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Stop Saying You’ll Move Out of the U.S. if Trump Wins
For one thing, you won’t. Moving is hard. If you haven’t moved a lot, you’re going to have to trust me when I say moving is harder than dealing with a President Goofus when we’ve just gotten comfortable with President Gallant. You’re not going to move to Canada and you’re definitely not going to move to […]
I Got a Guy, a Crane Guy
My nephew and his wife were visiting from Boston last year and they arrived at a really busy time in our home renovations. We were at the tail-end of a major kitchen remodel and I was on the phone with the appliance store, fighting to get our new refrigerator delivered sometime in the next decade. […]
Downsize Diva I Am Not
I was talking to my friend Brigid shortly before my most recent move and we were discussing how hard it is to downsize. I was under the impression that I’d be moving into a high-rise with no space to store my collection of useless crap and I was looking for a sympathetic ear to […]
New Girl Hair Issues
For a self-proclaimed moving expert I’m kind of a dumbass. Once again, I forgot the worst thing about moving: finding a new hair person. Like childbirth, about a year after a move, you forget how painful it is to have to find someone new to cut your hair. Your forehead has recovered from all […]
Switching Gears
And since this might be the last chance I get to run a photo that has nothing to do with anything, here’s a funny one. Even though I know those kids didn’t write that (the G is a give-away, Dad), it’s funny anyway. Since my very first blog post, when I wrote about my […]