the madcap adventures of a single woman who went to the bank to become a mommy

Tweet Ten years ago, before there were little Beans or the Honda, when Hyacinth was still just a puppy and I drove a convertible, I sold my first house for a tidy little profit and purchased Maison Bean, which needed some work before it was habitable—little things like appliances, central heat and air, washer-dryer hookups, […]

Tweet Since moving to Maison Bean 10 years ago, I’ve become the keeper of a lot of things. Mimi’s growing collection of antiques that she has no room for. Belle’s non-seasonal clothes. Belle’s and Zoro’s high school memorabilia. Bikes and camping gear galore. There’s the Bean name with Bean 1 and Bean 2 and their […]

Tweet Many moons ago when I was young and naïve with acne decorating my chin, I discovered writing.  It was in Mrs. Dyson’s English class after turning in a creative writing essay.  I can’t remember what I wrote about—unrequited love, the acne on my chin, mechanical problems with my VW bug, but whatever it was, Mrs. Dyson liked […]