"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die."Keep reading
Shopping leaves us sopping. White wool dropping; bundle up tight! You'll need a fur piece or lots of fleece when looking at the holiday lights! Pour the wine; Here's cheers to '09!"