Living Spaces

My gift wrap used to resemble the cluttered backroom of a forgotten Hallmark store: unwieldy spools of ribbon, bags of bows, thrice-used tissue paper, and legions of wrapping paper--in various states of unroll--were stuffed into my closet as if I was a prepper awaiting the...

Many of us harbor collections of coffee mugs that resemble souvenir stores with schizophrenia. World’s Best Grandma sidles up next to Garfield. Santa’s reindeer rub elbows with the American flag. And a freebie from the 5K we ran last fall clinks against our fine china....

Most people own enough towels to effectively dry an entire Olympic swimming team. (Unless you’re an air-dry purest, in which case, more power to you, and may the breeze be ever in your favor!) Towers of these water soppers constantly threaten to topple out at...

I've never worked in food service, and that is probably a good thing. I have a terrible short term memory. I'm always amazed when I ask a waiter for something as he passes by--"Excuse me, could I have some ketchup?"--and then, a few minutes later,...