In keeping with tradition, at the end of every year, I look back on columns I’ve written, the roads we’ve traveled...

He wants a real tree. She wants fake. She likes white lights. He wants colored. She wants her carved wood folk ornaments...

90% of artificial trees sold are pre-lit. The 10% who didn’t buy a pre-lit tree are in counseling.

We go through the house opening doors to closed off rooms sniffing like police dogs. We are a short parade: my husband, myself and...

Home blogger Bre Doucette had just propped the last mini pumpkin on her dining room table for her Thanksgiving-themed staging project, when

Homeowners stop seeing their homes. They have a tendency – and I fight this, too – to decorate then stop. They furnish a room, and leave it

So today, as we approach the season of gratefulness, I am giving long-overdue homage to the humble, honorable basket.

When I caught up with Adrienne Biggs by phone, she had just come in from shopping for a collapsible highchair, and sounded out of breath.

“She came bearing earplugs,” my daughter Paige is telling me about her latest Airbnb guest. “She snored?” I guessed. “And how!

For four days straight, men swarmed the house letting off a constant barrage of what sounded like machinegun fire. My husband, DC, and I...