My next-door neighbor, Jo, was in her living room reading. Her husband was watching television nearby. My husband was home working on his...

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“I want a bigger kitchen,” my daughter says. “So, remodel,” I say, which is pretty much my first response to any home-related complaint....

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My mother knew how to iron. I should have paid more attention. I remember her standing over the ironing board, forming crisp...

“Ugg,” came the text from my daughter, “I’m not used to having a landlord.” I could sense the steam coming through the phone, so I...

Wealth, Health & Happiness: At Home with Marni Jameson - YouTube I had fun being interviewed on this podcast where the host asked me...

I owe my home an apology. I have been taking her for granted. Though she never fails to be there for me, I have not been there for her....

Achoo! Sniff. Wheeze. Pass the tissues, please. Just as the beautiful warm weather starts to lure us outside to take a nap in the...