I was born in the back of a pharmacy. Well, not quite, but close. My parent’s opened their store in a small California town just a few weeks before I was born. My playpen sat a stones throw from medicine bottles and I learned to count on a pill tray. I played “store”, not house, and as soon as I was able to see over the counter, … Continue reading I Will Not Slop Hogs EVER!
I’ve lived in 7 different places during my lifetime, and every one of them, I still call ‘home’. We spent Thanksgiving week with my parents in Redding, California, and I remember commenting that I couldn’t wait to go home both getting on the plane in Maui and on our return trip as we boarded in Sacramento. Both places are home. Iowa holds 3 ‘homes’, and … Continue reading Home Sweet Iowa
When I was 13, I started dreaming about renovating old buildings. At the time, I had my eye on a hotel in McCloud, CA. It was in poor shape, but still carried the traces of grandeur from its hay day in this small mill town. It was eventually renovated (NOT by me) and turned into the charming hotel found here. When my husband finished grad school … Continue reading Restoring an Old Iowa Farmhouse