Every goddamn day: 04/30/25

            Two weeks, two thousand miles, Chicago to the Atlantic Ocean and back, showing various Southern and Tidewater colleges to th...

    This week marks five months since contractors sealed off our kitchen and began ripping out and remodeling.      Now, at last, t...

     As always, when I returned from vacation last week, just before our car made the turn onto Walters Avenue, I conjured up the ment...

     'Step on the oven door," my wife said. I looked at her, blankly incredulous. We were standing in front of the mighty Wolf s...

     During our first year in the house, we slept on a mattress on the floor, using cardboard boxes as dressers, while searching for a be...

     After I am found crouched, naked and screeching, clawing at my face in the ruins of our shattered kitchen, which I've broke...

     Bob Schmitt built the suburban tract house where I grew up. It might seem odd to know his name, but Bob Schmitt Builders built ever...