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Planning a trip used to feel like a second career. Find a hotel with a walk-in shower. Check if the restaurant has steps… and then another set of steps to the restroom. Try to decode a menu written in a…
Have you ever felt like online shopping requires the strategic mind of a four-star general and the reflexes of a hummingbird on its third espresso? You find the perfect garden gnome, but wait—is it cheaper on another site? So you…
Ever feel like your armchair is secretly a teleportation device just waiting for the right button to be pushed? For years, the biggest adventure we could have without leaving the living room involved a really exciting nature documentary or maybe…
Back in the day, you bought a microwave and it ran faithfully for 20 years. Today’s gadgets? By the time you’ve figured out how to change the font size, they’re already outdated. Buying tech can feel like buying bananas—perfectly green…
My old laptop, whom I’d affectionately named “Wheezy,” had a startup routine that sounded like a coffee grinder gargling gravel. For years, we had a good thing going. But recently, opening an email became a five-minute ordeal that gave me…
Have you ever stood before your yarn stash or fabric collection and felt like you were in a creative standoff? You have the beautiful materials, the well-worn needles, the trusty sewing machine. You have the desire to make something new.…
Ever felt like you needed a secret decoder ring just to buy a new phone or tablet? You’re not alone. Tech specs can feel like a foreign language, filled with mysterious terms like “RAM” and “gigahertz” that sound less like…
I recently got one of those fancy smartwatches. You know the kind. It tracks my steps, tells me I’m sleeping like a teenager (a blatant lie), and occasionally congratulates me for standing up. It’s like having a tiny, optimistic fitness…
Remember those days when you’d look at a blank canvas, a pristine sheet of music, or even just your unruly garden, and think, “If only I had the knack… if only I had the time… if only I wasn’t all…
Imagine this: You live alone. The kids are grown, the grandkids are busy, and the only thing talking to you is the microwave — and it only knows the word “beep.” Now instead of a microwave, imagine a little doll…