————— < – > ————— My husband and I went furniture shopping over the weekend. I knew what I wanted when we set foot in the stadium-sized store we had chosen to visit. Like any good store, a sales person greeted us, asked what we were searching for and then…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My sweet little neighborhood in West Asheville is turning 100 this year. I, for one, am ready to celebrate its long history. My house is the oldest I have ever lived in, having been built twenty years into the neighborhood’s existence. We three (me, man, dog) walk these blocks…
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ When I lived in Texas, I thought 50 degrees was pretty cold. I would laugh at the Norwegian expats living nearby for stripping down to sit outside at that temperature in order to receive the rays on their pale skin. The very idea made me shiver. Having weathered nearly…