How a humble hand-written receipt signals “real deal”
My oldest son likes to expose me to new music. To bands with names like “El Ten Eleven” and “Architecture in Helsinki.” Atonal, modern-sounding stuff that…
My oldest son likes to expose me to new music. To bands with names like “El Ten Eleven” and “Architecture in Helsinki.” Atonal, modern-sounding stuff that…
I’m sharing two three heart-warming tidbits to fuel the natural optimism lurking in most of my compatriot’s hearts. Patriot’s Day is alive and well. It’s a…
So I’m taking a brief break from creating stuff for my blog….my son made a couple videos that I am sharing. The first is a mock…
I had an unusually sociable weekend. It surprised me how the three consecutive late nights, and all the new, interesting people I met–and way too much…
OK, I will get off the crabby kick soon. It’s constitutionally unsustainable, for me. But have to get this thought down today. This is the Daily…
I had all kinds of happy messages from Dublin on Inauguration Day. Made me miss the place more than usual. I only lived there at a…
For three more days I can say, “Oh I have three teenage sons.” No, I am not adopting out the one who gives me fits. (Depends…
You probably never heard of Swistle. But if you’re one of the 31 million American women who participates in blogs every day, you just might know…
I had a funny email from my pal Dan Weinreb. He went to submit a Grommet idea from the submission form on our site. He pointed…
William Morris had it right with the advice he gave in a 1901 lecture: Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be…