My obsession with residential architecture seems to grow with age. Or, perhaps it’s because I still don’t own my own little house. However in…
One of my childhood dreams was to live in a tree house. Of course, this may be because I didn’t have a tree house…
This story, from MSN, struck me enough to comment on it: Two homeless, cave-dwelling brothers in their 40’s, are pegged to inherit $6.6…
My first memory of a glass mason jar was my mom preparing and canning apricot jam from the apricots that grew on our backyard…