Empty Nest

Monty, the Talking Dog

Monty, the Talking Dog

I have a talking dog. We didn’t know it when we got him, of course. He didn’t reveal this talent to us right away. He would vocalize occasionally in dog speak, but no one really had any idea what he was saying because he spoke in his language and we spoke in ours and there was no Rosetta Stone program…

This Old House

This Old House

Twenty years ago, in the dead of winter, after a year and a half of working with a realtor and losing every home we liked in a bidding war, I decided to take the job of finding us a home into my own hands. I made up a flier, found a neighborhood I liked, and then trudged through the snow…

My Toilet Paper Runneth Over

My Toilet Paper Runneth Over

“Hey honey, why is there a roll of toilet paper in my shoe?” asked my husband. It was a perfectly reasonable question. People don’t normally store rolls of toilet paper in their husband’s shoes. But I had a Defcon 5 toilet paper storage situation. And also, I’m not normal. The trouble started when I ordered toilet paper online. Because we…