poverty
I’ve come home to the yellow eviction notice on the door, and lived out of a van for awhile, and I never once looked “homeless.”
taking your kid to work
Even on days when he’s an over-tired little tyrant or will not stop grabbing the trackball out of the mouse, I feel extremely lucky that I get to have a job and see my kid. But as he gets older, I worry.
construction adventures
Instead, we secured almost all the funds we will need with credit cards, and started digging. I hope that’s not a metaphor.
in

Jun 17, 2014 at 5:00pm | 31 comments

kids
Hating on kids and the women who choose to have them doesn’t make you a good feminist. It doesn’t make you environmentally conscious. Hating kids legitimately makes you a bad person.
in

Jun 4, 2014 at 3:00pm | 806 comments

construction adventures
I’ve been playing home designer since I painted my walls Weezer-blue, ripped up my carpet and installed astro-turf in my room when I was 13. That is to say, I’ve made my fair share of mistakes.
in

May 30, 2014 at 5:00pm | 50 comments

houses
I’d be FINE with never having plumbing, but it’s not like I haven’t fantasized about having my very own bathroom.
in

May 19, 2014 at 5:00pm | 99 comments

home
Most tiny-house photos show lovely, spartan homes, unapologetically shaped like little shoe boxes, clear of any signs of life, save for some dog-eared copies of Kerouac and tiny pots of fresh herbs. Who lives here?
house hunting
Lucky for us, Alaska is full of folks that will show up and take away junk for free, no questions asked. What are they going to do with a rusted-out 1966 Chevy Van? It’s just better not to ask.
home
We didn’t want to expand our price range, because we had other plans for our time and money -- other than working for a mortgage. So we decided to save the money, and build our own.
in

Mar 31, 2014 at 6:00pm | 88 comments

loss
I’ve had a startling number of friends pass. Some had services, some didn’t. But it’s always the same: the real healing always takes the form of sitting around and talking about the person we’d lost on some other random, beautiful, less full-of-pressure day.
in

Mar 10, 2014 at 5:00pm | 150 comments