Okay, I’m almost finished Step One. Wanna hear “The Dream”?

I want a bedroom flexible enough to serve three functions: it needs to be bright and friendly, conducive for creative work and homework during the day, relaxing and restful for sleep at night, and an alternate television spot for the kids when they jockey for entertainment space in the house.

As promised, my experiment in bedroom organization (and by extension, spousal dynamics) begins today. I’m calling it “Project Bliss and Ecstasy.”

It’s possible that the process will be anything but blissful, but I’m hoping the end result will be.

My chosen organizational guru, “The Organizing Connection,” (OC) offers a six-step program to help procrastinating saps like me reach my clutter-free bedroom goals. My plan is to take a week or two for each step.

I love a good argument, and therefore I think it’s time I tried my hand at book reviews. Tonight, I’m going to read my latest purchase, “Nothing created Everything,” by Ray Comfort and later, I’ll tell you what I think.

I suppose the clutter wouldn’t be such a problem if I crawled out of bed in the morning and didn’t see it again until I crawled into bed the next evening, but I work in my bedroom. (No, no—don’t be silly, I’m a writer.) I know I’ve broken the cardinal rule of organizers and Oprah’s [...]

My son Caleb likes to stay up late and watch movies with the big kids. Like any savvy six-year-old, he tries to negotiate when bedtime is enforced.

I just celebrated my 18th wedding anniversary. I was 23 and my husband was 21 when we got married on a sunny day in October, 1991.A recent article in Chatelaine suggests if we were married today at that young age, our marriage would likely not last 18 years. Author Kate Fillion reports in “The case [...]

I’ve always loved visiting downtown Halifax, Nova Scotia, with its historic waterfront, quirky little shops, multicultural atmosphere and lively pubs.
My husband and I stayed there following our modest wedding ceremony in October 1991, and recently we returned to celebrate our 18th wedding anniversary.

On Saturday, I visited the Marine Museum of the Atlantic in Halifax, Nova Scotia this weekend, with my husband. We were on a getaway weekend celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary (which is actually today.) I was hoping to find some information there for my next novel, but instead found myself weeping among the photographs and artifacts in the second-floor Titanic display. I got a few curious looks from the American bus tourists, but I tried to pretend there was something in my eye.

In honor of author Julie Powell and the movie “Julie and Julia,” I’m thinking of embarking on an experiment for the purposes of daily blogging. What should it be?