Author: Trish
My roses need a fairy godmother with a green thumb
I am the kiss of death for indoor plants. I can kill cacti in a single week. Spider plants shudder at my approach. One plant I received as a gift didn’t stand a chance,...
This mother of the groom wants to brag
My son is getting married tomorrow, and I just want to brag a little. My mother-of-the-groom dress has pockets. I know, right? I can feel your envy from here. Picture it. The two lovebirds...
Anam cara, an ode to friendship
Anam Cara. Soul friend. It’s a term from the Gaelic, reserved for the person to whom you can reveal the hidden depths of your soul. Unlike a soul mate, a soul friend does have...
Hope springs eternal in Detroit
The Michigan Central Train Station, long a symbol of Detroit’s decay and ruin, has been restored to its original glory. It now stands as a sign of hope instead of despair in a city...
Trash rules! or How I got my children to take out the garbage without a squawk
Teaching my children about chores was one area of parenting where I received only passing grades. I was never forced to do chores when I was a child. I learned early that my mother...