Delicate Hands

I was folding laundry or doing something else mature and/or productive this weekend when I heard a tentative male voice in the doorway to my kitchen. “Uh, Kay? Can you give me a hand? The handle broke off in my shower and I can’t turn the water off.” My tenant was standing on the landing…

The Most Dangerous Store in Town

I needed new sandals before we go to Kuwait. I’ve been trying to buy up a few little things at a time, but today was the day to bite the proverbial bullet and purchase footwear that would carry me comfortably through the desert–while keeping my feet looking cute. I generally buy cheapish, easy to wash…