No Balls In The House, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:27am
My best friend was in town this week. We truly met when our second children (my last, her second of five) were not much more
My best friend was in town this week. We truly met when our second children (my last, her second of five) were not much more
I’ve posted packing plans for several destinations here on Privilege, from the Carneros Inn in Napa Valley, to London and the Cotswolds, to Europe, Manhattan,
Yes, I did post and unpost. Now I’m reposting. Carry on. This time it will stay up, I suspect.
In the course of our house fixup, on our way to the big bangs (master bedroom, front door, and culling 27 years of kids’ stuff
I was walking back from the grocery store yesterday, and decided not to check any of my social media. As a congenital Pollyanna, I do
You may have noticed the recent proliferation of subscription services. Sign up, pay a fee, and monthly deliveries of goods ranging from beauty products to
I spent a good bit of last week’s blog break standing in my yard, not always in the grip of awe and wonder. I waxed
I often think life should be lived backwards. I’m not thinking of Youth is Wasted on the Young, or Everyone Should Get a Divorce Before
How would you put together a wardrobe on $5000? I saw that Stacy London’s on TV again. Clinton’s been back for a while. So I
When I listed my daughter’s ballet shoes on eBay, I was reminded that my user name in many parts of the Internet is Amid Privilege.
Time to check off of my New Year resolutions. Wait. Some among you may remember vaguely but correctly, I made none this year. I’m talking
In just 17 days, for an as-yet-unknown sum, you could take ownership of an iron gate. Not just any iron gate, mind you. A work
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