The 50s are a precarious decade for me. Although my great-grandmother lived into her nineties, and I might too, my mother, my grandmother, my aunt and my uncle all died in their 50s, as did a dear, dear friend, just last winter, and a colleague in a freak accident, and my best buddy from Junior High with whom I lost touch and only found via her obituary, and a sister I only met once who was just a year older than me and who I’d always dreamed of knowing and who died 6 months (6 months!) before I’d even heard. 316 more words
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Kallax by IKEA
Transform your children’s playroom into mom’s private hobby room and office.
Adapting your home to suit your family’s needs is essential in order maintain some form of organization in your home. 624 more words
I’m back from the wilds of Tasmania! And clearly WE MADE IT. But oh my goodness was it a long, hard slog.
We met in Hobart, and spent a night comparing pack sizes, 626 more words