Clean Slate

If you live in Chardon tomorrow’s a big day – the last day of school before summer vacation.  Is it me or is everyone feeling a little bit freer already? 

Chardon's Center for Self-Indulgence

Has self-sacrifice left you at a loss?  Self-discipline beating you down?  Are you tied up in knots in the name of self-restraint?  Should you find your willpower waning, come to the place where excess is admirable, where guilty pleasures meet instant gratification*, where vice begets virtue. Pay a visit (it’s free!) to Chardon’s Center for Self-Indulgence.

Spring Straightening

If you’ve come to know me at all it won’t surprise you that I peddle as many romantic ideas about spring cleaning as I do about most things.  It’s a trifecta of dopamine-inducing circumstances:  the change of seasons, celebrating traditions, a clean house.

The Luckiest Man in Chardon

In a darkened television studio beneath the glow of spotlights the woman who’s spent more than fifty years proving Bill Manning a lucky man enters three numbers into a touch screen, locks them in. 

Meyer Family Musings

I’ve sent Astrid downstairs so I can finish a post I’ve been working on. She returns fifteen minutes later to show me a craft she made - a laptop out of paper.

The Vocal Local

In case you’ve not yet been to the Square this week - shame on you - allow me to tell you of the intriguing new signs that await and not just those of spring. 

Clean Plate Club

During a recent call with Sean’s mom, Bridget, after catching up on kids’ accomplishments, anticipated summer travel plans and the like, our conversation turned to the subject of food.  Likely I steered it there. 

Toy Story

When my children’s toys break they await repair in our ‘fixing bin’.  These items are it’s current contents.  This is their story.

Regular Joe

It’s your average weekday morning and I’m busy perpetuating stereotypes.  Clad in designer yoga attire having delivered the kids to school I scribble story ideas in a notebook at a small table inside the warm cocoon that is Beans, our community coffee shop on the Square.

Sixteen Again

It’s a weekday morning at 8:15am and I’m hurrying across the parking lot of our local Dunkin’ Donuts with my head down hoping no one I know will see me.  I’m a healthy eater, usually; one of those really annoying ones who talks about it.