
Why I finally wanted an air fryer
Rey stood on a chair and watched the chicken brown through the glass. That is the moment I knew I was not going back to a coated basket.
Home & Decor
Our house is a 1962 ranch with good bones, bad closets and one wall I have painted three times. I am not a decorator. I’m just someone who has learned, slowly, that the rooms I love are the ones that got used before they got finished.

Rey stood on a chair and watched the chicken brown through the glass. That is the moment I knew I was not going back to a coated basket.

The cheapest thing I ever did for this house was stop using the ceiling lights after six o’clock. Everything softened, including me.

Homework, taxes, birthday cakes, one memorable argument about a dishwasher. Every mark on this table is something that actually happened to us.
More of the house: the whole journal, or the story of why I started writing it.