Beadboard Confessional Confession: we’re incapable of moving into a house and not renovating something. It’s practically a family tradition. Or a family addiction. I guess we need rehab. Or to rehab another room in our home to get our (non-literal) fix. Our disorder could use …

The Humble Beginning So we’re adulting with all of our might inside a quaint little apartment in burbtown USA. Aka racial homogeneity land (the worst). Aka Neo Pleasantville pre disruption from Witherspoon.

The Dilemma You’re in your kitchen, eyeing your built-in recirculating fan underneath your microwave. Sexy. But when you turn up your home cooked cuisine, it seems to better function as a white noise machine than a stovetop exhaust cleaner. Or perhaps you have the upgrade. …