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Scenes from a snow day

Greetings from America’s Southern freezer. This is the first time I’ve written a column wearing gloves that cover everything but my fingertips, which must keep typing to stay warm. Stationed next to me is a… 

The best friend check-in

If you opened my text messaging app and scrolled through it, there’s one question you’d see repeated over and over again, year after year, between me and my best friend: “How’s your nervous system?” As… 

Is there a writer in the house?

A few years ago, I did some freelance projects for an online agency that assigned writers to do work for business clients. Most of it was marketing copy, but the pay was decent. Then, in… 

Finder of lost things

A few weeks ago, I misplaced my wireless earbuds. I was so frustrated because I really try to keep track of them. They were expensive little buggers, and I wear them daily to listen to… 

Candy cane chaos

Until now, I thought hiring professionals to string Christmas lights was all about convenience and saving yourself the time and risk of being up on the roof. But a recent DIY attempt has shown me… 

Are we old enough for this bed?

Well, we did it. We thought about it for a long time, but something always held us back – vanity, frugality, perhaps a desperate grip on the last remaining scraps of our youth. But now… 

Tribute to Soft Pants

I’ve always been a “jeans girl,” and I still am. They’re a classic for a reason. But certain times in life require kinder, gentler clothing. And because we’re smack dab in the middle of that… 

Night of the incident

If you’re a regular reader, you know that our dog Charlie has been in a years-long feud with a possum that often sits on top of our back fence. Charlie is our elderly Beagle mix… 

The F word

As Halloween creeps closer, we should talk about that ugly, four-lettered F-word — fear. I’m not proud of it, but fear and I spend a lot of time together. It’s the longest, most toxic relationship… 

Coming of phone-age

I don’t know how old I was when my parents let me answer our family’s phone, but I was younger than most. In the early 1980s, my dad was a landscaper and tree trimmer, so…