She arrived at my door full of hope, promise and foam-wrapped innersprings, the mattress I’d been dreaming of, the same model I’d slept on

We all have one. Many of us need a new one. Yet shopping for a new mattress is about as much fun as shopping for, say, a coffin.

I’m not getting older. I just need a new mattress. That’s my story anyway, and I’m sticking to it as I wait, and wait, for the mattress I

That’s odd, I thought. My back feels great. I checked the date to make sure it was 2019, not 20 years earlier.

Whenever I have a little problem, like how to choose a light bulb, I write a column.

Raise your hand if you and your partner have ever argued over how high to hang a picture.

“Are you okay?” My husband asks, coming into the family room worried, as he should be. I am doubled over crying with laughter

Now, we all know that crossing the gap between knowing and doing is like Evil Knievel jumping the Snake River canyon on skateboard.

If you want to cause a stir, put two experts on the social graces together, and bring up the subject of thank you cards.

“Stationery wardrobe?” I’d never heard that term, but I know a column idea when I hear it.