Among those things I steadfastly believe every home should be equipped with is a sewing kit. Sewing is hardly a primitive craft form; little old ladies may have rocked in front of fire places darning the holes in their family's socks before the advent of electricity, an image which does, I'll admit, contribute to the perceived antiquated nature of the practice. But despite that fact that we may have become a bit more eager to classify accidentally ...

Among the staple features I find in nearly every home I visit (others include paper bags, old invitations, and jars of decrepit pens and pencils) is the clutter catch-all. Lurking most commonly on kitchen counters, these are trays, baskets, and jars filled with- there's just no other way to put this- shit. Pennies covered in dried up gum, one lego, five keys, none of which can be identified, at least two tubes of Chapstick, a broken earring, pieces ...

I recently received a request from one of my readers to address the issue of the "blind corner cabinet." In attempts to clarify she wrote, "I have no idea what else to call it. It is the one that you can reach into, but then have to practically crawl into to get to everything you've stuffed into the corner of it. This is a horrible explanation, but hopefully you know what I'm talking about!" Oh, my ...

I sat down this past weekend as I do every weekend, ready to compose a meditation about the great Martin Luther King Jr. and I froze. I froze with the feeling of inability to adequately address the impact of the man for whom today is named. Though I could certainly expound on the significance of social and racial equality, on the unwavering courage demonstrated by one pastor in the face of insurmountable obstacle and danger, ...