What I bought for 39 cents at a Nebraska truck stop in 1999 and still use 3 times a week; & other tales of low-cost, high value belongings.

November is the quiet sister among months. The poetic soul, the one who doesn’t demand attention. I’ve started to love this 30-day stretch between costumes and tinsel. Here’s why.

I look for bird omens, especially on my birthday. Here’s what three egrets and a blue heron predict for my year to come.

The medieval origin of the British pub – the “public house” – meets modern day parental day-drinking.