It’s a Saturday morning. We both have our calendars on the table. I’m taking notes on a piece of green scrap paper. We’re making a…
Category: my mom is my roommate
My mother, my two German shepherds and I started living in the Pilgrim 366 days ago. To celebrate our anniversary, here are 25 things we’ve…
This was an urgent project: the roof. And much like everything else during this process: “This is not what I was expecting.” That’s what I…
It’s been a process. From the moment we barely talked about living in a travel trailer together but signed the lease anyway. And the time…
We’ve lived in the travel trailer for 10 months. It’s as comfortable to us now as you probably are in your brick and mortar home.…
It must be a phase they go through – parents. Like a time continuum … adventurous adolescent, adventurous teenager, responsible adult, responsible parent, responsible adult,…
I thought that last night. I was going to bed in the spare bedroom (the 6-person tent set up near the travel trailer), and it…
Well, no, not exactly in so many words. We’ve never had a conversation about the times travel trailer life would be irritating. There are a…
On Dec. 20, we moved in for what we thought would be a six-month adventure. Me. Her. Tuck. Skye. In a travel trailer. Six months.…
Dear Mom, In keeping with my once-upon-a-time rebellious streak you tell me I had as a two year old and my 30-year-old lust for nonconformity,…