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On an excruciatingly hot, muggy St. Louis afternoon, the kind of heat that causes the sticky black tar on an asphalt driveway to bubble, I succumbed to my independence--temporarily.  It happened when I had to contend with a dead car battery in the parking lot of a day care center where I read weekly to underserved preschoolers. Although there to teach kids to love books, I was the one who learned the bigger lesson.   Since suddenly single seven years ago, my new mantra, “I can do it myself,” was in danger of dying just like the battery in my car...

Just like our cars, appliances, and other electronics, parts wear out and need to be replaced. People are no different as the wear and tear on our bodies often mean time for new parts-- although these do not come with warranties. Even if we didn’t run marathons, we’ve climbed thousands of stairs, hills or mountains and walked miles either for our own good health, pleasure or chasing kids and grandkids. We know because some of us have a record of how many steps we take thanks in part to Fitbit and other health-oriented devices. Each of us has also done...

A painter, plumber, carpenter, electrician, heating/cooling or HVAC guy and other skilled tradespeople… line them up like soldiers and there’s often a horror story or funny tidbit about each. Are you nodding your collective heads? Good. For this is the season (before winter comes) when everybody is trying to get outdoor projects done, so it’s a perfect time to address the rigors of hiring the right people to do the work. We’ve each tackled big and small projects, so we think we’re entitled to our opinions and advice.  We believe hiring contractors falls into three categories:   I. Those you...

After my husband died and I sold our family home of 37 years, I fantasized about walking back into that home one more time. Would it be like walking back into the life I lost? For seven years, I couldn’t take this step. It was too painful. I wasn’t ready to go back to what used to be and who I was, a happily married wife and mom. That was lost to me much like my husband, our dog, and my father all within the same year. And it was all bundled into one foggy, sad memory.  “Why do you...

Some people may view my 5’7”, 560-pound 1936 Steinway mahogany Medium Grand piano as a beautiful instrument—which it is, sort of like admiring a favorite painting. I see it as so much more.   It has long been the connection that keeps my late father’s memory alive. He is the one who bought it for my mother in May 1955, shortly before their 13th wedding anniversary. They went to Steinway’s famous Manhattan showroom on West 57th street, an iconic place for piano lovers to see dozens of possibilities and purchased it. Once it was ensconced in my childhood home and...