Most of my readers understand that my path is a journey, not a destination. Sometimes I forget that myself and become frustrated and disenchanted. Becoming “simple” in my life has been a long-term — and often a three-steps-forward-and-two-steps-back — process,
I was at Walmart the other day — yeah, I know, I hate that place too, but I was there with someone else. While running through the aisles (as quickly as possible to get what she needed and get the
On Friday, while out and about in Danville, Kentucky — what should Steve and I find but a brigade of Tiny Teardrop Trailers pulled behind antique cars?!? You know me, I had to get out and take some photos. The
Many tiny houses I’ve seen have something major lacking — like a single floor for living. Or a “cramped” feeling. Or a lack of decent storage, or no real desk space for work (and I need a large work surface!), or
Many tiny house lovers and simplicity nuts (like me) appreciate and seek out a private side of life. For years I have “jousted windmills” about privacy issues. I once walked out of a dentist office (this was probably 6 or
Yes, my wardrobe may be bland by most measures, but my socks… well they are always OUTSTANDING. I hate boring socks. I like eye-popping color on my toes. Call me crazy — you won’t be the first.