Read my latest Loft Living columns from The Journal here.
On Super Bowl Sunday I showered and ventured out – as far as I would likely go for the rest of the day. I was headed to the recycling bins in the parking garage. If it had been trash, I wouldn’t have had to go further than the trash shoot down the hall. But alas. … Read More »
One day this fall, Axel, Little L and I were walking through the park to discover it was closed for an event— Or was it? You had to admire the ingenuity of the folks who put the sign up. Some people probably stayed away from their game of frisbee just because they said so. Maybe. … Read More »
Those of you who know me – and especially those who have worked with me – know that I don’t like my time being wasted. Motherhood has exacerbated this. Except now I’m not trying to hurry up and get my errands done so that I can spend my evening luxuriating on the couch in the … Read More »
Leaving James and Jed’s small gathering (we had made it there! before it ended! With everyone clothed and Little L fed!) turned out to be a bit more involved than we had planned. Walking through the lobby of their loft, a small black object flew near us. At first I assumed it was a bird, … Read More »
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“You might just want to leave,” the waitress said. “Your order hasn’t even been put in the system.” Axel, James, Jed, and I looked at each other. After sitting here for over an hour, our order wasn’t even official? “How long are we talking?” Axel asked. “30 or 40 minutes?” “A lot longer,” she said, … Read More »