Bank Orphans
A tenant just moved out – not the one who tied his toilet seat together with shoe strings. Not the one who left behind 42 gallons of used...
Shattered but Smitten
“Don’t cut yourself,” I told my kid. Glass shards littered the pavement, and we had a plane to catch. It was 4:30 in the morning and our...
How To Make Stew in 5 Minutes
I clean a lot of rental property. Once, I found a refrigerator in the garden. My tenants dragged it out of the kitchen, took the door...
The Dark Web Wants Your Fridge
Warning, the dark web has infiltrated used refrigerators. First, the back story. Before my tenant moved, he took the fridge, tipped it on...
What Color Was the Door?
I was having a cookie last night when the phone rang. Back in the day, Gary and I used to bicker over who had to answer. “You get it,”...
Tenacity and A Long Trail
My WhatsApp line just rang. “Don’t hang up, it’s X!” I thought it might be a scam but stayed on the line, skeptical but curious. “It’s X...
Betty for the Win
Here’s a secret: sometimes I skip the headlines and go straight to the food section. I know I should be reading about egg prices and big...
Can You See Fingers?
If you look closely, you'll see fingertips at the back of the mound in this photo. They belong to my husband who stands 6 feet tall, and...
Cocktail Hour in the Produce Aisle
“It’s way too fancy,” I told my husband. “I’d be overdressed.” My new outfit was a beauty — white and lacy, perfect for a summer cocktail...
Quiet, Please
It’s that time of year. I fly to the other side of the state, make my way to the hospital from the airport, and step into the...
