Doors Open. Doors Close.

File this one under: “Sometimes when one door closes, another one opens.” Or: “Doors open and close all the time.” It’s been strange here, this first full week of no other ladies living in my house. There’s been no one for me to tell that I’m fat (that terrible female pastime in which I oftenRead more…

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Finding the Courage to Sell My House

This week I posted the following on Facebook: It’s been a move months in the making. Actually, compared to the other three major real estate transactions I’ve participated in, this go round was not a knee-jerk reaction precipitated by a pregnancy and raging hormones. I seemed to have made many big decisions in my 20s and 30sRead more…

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I Went on a Blogger Crawl and This Happened

This is the story about discovering things that have been under your nose all along. Recently, I took part in something called a blogger crawl, which was akin to a pub crawl in that a group — in this case of bloggers — visited different establishments but no alcohol was involved and we remained uprightRead more…

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