There’s probably a bottle of Clorox® Regular-Bleach sitting in your laundry room right now. We’ve all got one; I think they must come standard when you buy a home. Maybe your bottle is covered in a layer of dust because you only grab it for the occasional laundry load. That’s […]
When you’ve got no central air conditioning, you end up leaning on your ceiling fans heavily – heavy leaning like an awkward kid in 1989 holding up the wall at his first (and every other) high school dance. That kid may or may not be me. Moving on… Because I […]
In your opinion, what’s the most iconic taste of childhood? Is it the orange wedge you’d shove in your mouth at halftime of the your youth soccer game, the funnel cake at the county fair, a fresh apple picked off a tree on a cool autumn morning, or a PB&J […]
My late morning tossing and turning ritual that has become waaaaaay too commonplace, together with the faulty-snowblower snoring pattern of my wife, conspired to prop open my eyes at the ungodly hour of 5:30 AM on Saturday. In a pre-dawn haze of sleepy eyes and weary thoughts, I saw a […]
We had scheduled one final soirée in London. It was to be the night before we would make the transatlantic journey through the air to get back home after three weeks abroad. It was one last chance to live it up together in London town. Much had happened since we […]
It’s no secret that I’m my mother’s son. I embrace, never run from, the comparison made by those who know us both and I believe wholeheartedly that my dialed down version of her obsessive cleaning and homemaking self is a perfectly swell formula for an agreeable balance of order and […]
This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Clorox. Sure, there are messier jobs. Coal miners get awfully filthy and the poor souls on bathroom duty in French Quarter bars don’t have it (big) easy, ahem, to say the least, but parenting, especially parenting during the early […]
New Orleans is on the table as a possible destination for OWTK’s 2011 Spring Break getaway, but I sure as heck wouldn’t mind heading down to the Bayou sooner – say, mid-January. Now, thanks to Clorox, we all have a shot to flee the winter cold, stroll the French Quarter […]
