I came of age in the 70s—went to a travel agency to buy my plane ticket home from college, stopped at the bank to deposit my pay check and get a bit of cash, browsed the university library card catalogue… Read More ›
minimalism
Our Stuff: The end
In the past, I’ve recounted the evolution of our things. It’s the tale of the American dream: big house, tons of stuff. And the American nightmare: big house, tons of stuff. It came about much like the time a huge… Read More ›
Ode to My Refrigerator
My refrigerator is tucked beneath a two-burner stove top. In a prior life, it might have been a college beer fridge, but if you look inside this refrigerator, you will find a slab of butter, a half pot of jam,… Read More ›
Time to Head South
The last two mornings in Michigan, I scraped a heavy coating of frost from the car windshield. It was thick and crackly, like vanilla glaze poured over a donut. Since our rental came from Florida, we had no ice scraper,… Read More ›
Ode to a Storage Unit (and a Happy Thanksgiving!)
Storage units, I have come to learn, are a psychological device which enable us to move on – delude us into believing we will return, need this stuff, and effortlessly slip into our old life. For the last three years,… Read More ›
The World In Between 