The mental illness next door

From the street, the house appears stately—generously-sized, but not McMansion steroidal. The entryway, circular drive and two car garage seem classy. A fenced yard safeguards an in-ground pool and surrounds a swing set, shed, patios and walkways. Moving closer dispels the favorable first impression. As you approach, inconsistencies surface: patio boards are splintered, paint on…

7 PRACTICAL STEPS TO A HAPPIER LIFE

A rose by any other name might smell as sweet, but how you feel about the rose depends on how you describe it. If you say, “I have to smell those roses,” you communicate a different message to yourself than if you say “I GET to smell the roses.” There are so many great books…

David versus Goliath

I’ve had another battle with the insurance company; you could probably tell that by the title of this piece. It is hardly news, but I have just personally rediscovered that the business motto of all insurance companies is: deny the claim. Yes, deny the claim, and maybe the insured will go away. I bet it…

Walking the Walk

I have just spent two weeks trying to practice what is preached in one of the books my co-blogger Joan wrote about on Tuesday. Instead of talking about how cluttered my house is, I am finally doing something about it. It was intimidating for me to even think about starting to de-clutter my house. My…

Habitat for serenity

How does your home feel when you walk in the door? Is the space serene and restful—a bulwark against noise and cares? Or is it a place of disorder bordering on chaos, where lost items make your daily departure a frantic scramble? Which version do you prefer? (And you may find that the lost keys/wallet/phone…