On Punching Up and Pizzazz

I met with my real estate agent for three hours one afternoon last week. She’s a neighbor and a friend, so I knew I could be open with her about all the quirks and cracks and over-full closets in the house. Still, it’s a very vulnerable feeling to reveal your […]

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A New House To-Be

I mentioned in my last monthly newsletter that my husband and I have decided to build a new house. We built the house we’re in now and moved into it thirty-four years ago this month, in October 1984. Our current home has taken us from being young professionals and parents (I […]

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Ashes to Ashes: Requiem for a Tree

We moved into our brand new house on a block of other brand new houses in October 1984. Within a few weeks after we moved in, the city of Kansas City, Missouri, planted trees in the parkway up and down our street. My husband and I were both at work […]

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On Homes and Stability

This coming Sunday, September 13, is Grandparents Day. I was searching for a topic involving grandparents to write about, and I came across a post I wrote about my maternal grandparents’ house. I said in that post that these grandparents lived in that house from 1937 until 1962—twenty-five years. I […]

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A Fall Family Feud Over Trees

The trees have been gorgeous this autumn in Kansas City. I can’t say it’s been the best year I remember for fall colors, but it must be among the top five. The turning leaves have been so bright that if I were a painter—and I am most decidedly not a […]

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