Amid the abundance of potential craft projects I have at my fingertips lives a box of fabric hexagons. These vintage hexies were lovingly cut by my great aunt Alice (I like to imagine she did this while watching her stories, enjoying an early afternoon cocktail), meant to be pieced together[Read more]
The final step in my bathroom renovation was my replacing the 40-year-old, decrepit brass door knob with a new, brushed nickel version that matches the fixtures. A totally unnecessary task – the old knob worked just fine – and a little silly, considering the condition of the door it’s on.[Read more]
In case you’ve been wondering, “Whatever happened to Leah’s bathroom?” here’s what it looked like in the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day. The drywall, floor, toilet, vanity and shower have all been installed and I was tasked with prepping and painting the walls. Uneven seams, where the new[Read more]
Amid the mess that is my life these days there’s been one constant: jigsaw puzzles. As soon as I finish one it goes back in the box and another one gets poured out. They are my companion and my therapy each evening, as I listen to the television instead of[Read more]
Most days I like, even admire, my blunt style of writing. I find relief in honesty – a hurts-so-good sensation, similar to infection leaving a wound – and I like to imagine that someone, somewhere experiences a similar feeling when they read what I write and discover they’re not alone.[Read more]
There is a well-known parable about a grandparent explaining his inner conflict to a grandchild, describing it as two wolves who live and do battle inside each of us. One wolf is good, one wolf is evil. When the grandchild asks, “Which wolf wins?” the grandparent responds, “The one you[Read more]