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Farewell, Bob the elf.

He thought his third wife was "the one," and for a while she was. But, to be fair, so were wives one and two, as would be four (and probably five; I wouldn't know, we lost touch). "The one" ultimately had nothing to do with the wives and everything to do with him. But wife … Continue reading Farewell, Bob the elf. →

The village people

Here's what my village people are saying: sit down and finish writing the damn book. Here's what I love about my village people: they are right. So, no new post this week; but here's one from the past that maybe you'll enjoy. Happy week. Starting Over. (originally published January 15, 2013) She's a Savannah girl, … Continue reading The village people →

Martha’s Artic blast redemption.

To understand exactly how off limits Martha Stewart has been in our house, you have to know the background of how she made it onto Bernard's black list. We found a set of 1950s porch furniture, a glider and two chairs, that Bernard wanted to refinish. Never mind that an identical-looking, brand-new set was available … Continue reading Martha’s Artic blast redemption. →