I'm not saying I'm perfect.But when my husband goes grocery shopping, he comes home with bruised fruit. A moldy dent in the pepper. A mushy half of a banana. Pretty much without fail.So if I care about the produce, I do the shopping. That's just my life now. I've made my peace with it.Years ago […]

For nine years I kept my sweatshirts on a shelf so high I needed a step stool to reach them. Every day I struggled to get what I needed without clothes falling in my face and having to keep tossing them back up. I just... lived with it. (I do this for a living. And […]