When I first recognized that my health was progressing into disability, and that I would not be able to ride a camel in Egypt or climb the stairs of Santorini again, I bought a cheap travel trailer off Craigslist and went on a whirlwind tour of six states with my seven kids.
Here's the deal. Racism isn't just guys in white robes and Paula Deen shouting racial slurs. Racism is subtle, racism is insidious, and our culture is so deeply steeped in it that it's impossible to grow up in the US and not be racist. And the sooner we both acknowledge this, the sooner we can begin to address the problem. So let's talk…
As Megan mentioned in her post last month, September is likely the final month that we'll be running Offbeat Home & Life's Patron program, where in exchange for financially supporting the site, readers can join us behind the scenes for up-close-n-personal editorial schemes. Readers can totally still support the site through a one-time donation, $5/mo warm fuzzies subscription, or $50/year warmmest fuzziest subscription, but we're going to let the Patron program quietly retire.
THAT SAID! I have two Patrons to introduce to you today. One of them is private and goes only by her initials, and the other may be a familiar face for those of you who also read Offbeat Bride…
I was at a small house party recently where the owners of said small house had the coolest freaking party accessory ever — a counter-top-height cooler on wheels. It was compact, it was brightly colored, it had a bottle opener built in, and it was full of booze… it was beautiful and I want one. So now I'm on the hunt for a best outdoor party accessory ever. Grab a cold on and join me?
This project is quite easy, and it's also immensely rewarding. It let me keep old (unwearable) clothes without cluttering my drawers. It gave them a new, useful and pretty life. It's easy and quick enough to get actually finished in a few days. It leaves behind minimal craftermath. And my favorite part — since it seems I'm getting old and lazy — for the most part it can be done while sitting on the sofa, watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy.
At 96, my Grandma Clara Yeager was pissed. Dad and his siblings sent her to live at Woodbridge Nursing Home. We visited her once a week while Grandma groused at Dad for putting her there in the first place. One day, a nurse took Dad out of the room for a private chat. My sister wasn't there that day, and Grandma took the occasion to make a request — bring her some cherry cordials. Grandma rarely talked to me, much less made a direct request so I didn't ask why — my dad returned to the room and it was clear this was secret. Do I help Grandma? Or do I follow the rules and refuse to buy Grandma her cherries?