House Broken is a podcast about one woman’s relationship with her house, ‘hood and husband as she attempts to bring a Victorian back to life.
I need a diversion from everyday life, so I decided to re-open the history of the house investigation.
After our golden retriever had been put down, I decided I would drive him to the pet crematorium. Big mistake.
This was episode 10, the first podcast of 2020. I reflect on giving birth in the dead of winter and bringing a newborn home to a house that looked more like a bombed out hell hole than a home.
It was so hot in the house . . . sometimes, at night, I would just get into the car and drive around with the air-conditioner on to cool off.
I wondered how the original owners of the house managed to keep cool in summer?
After a surgical failure, Mel receives some money from a class action lawsuit. Her husband wants to use it to pay bills. She has a better idea.
Installing a hardwood floor was supposed to be an easy job. According to the guy in the floor covering aisle. He lied.
We named her Bob after Bob Vila.
We decided to get a puppy to prepare ourselves for parenthood. If we could handle a dog, how hard could a baby be?
The house is 130 years old. Certainly something of historical significance had to have happened in or around it.
There are things in life you need, and there are things you want. Is there a difference?
For him, it was love at first sight. “She has a lot of potential!” For me it was pity, hardly a good way to begin a relationship.
It was the weekend before Thanksgiving. 1981. My live-in boyfriend of 3 years came home and told me he was going out with a woman he met in line at our bank. Was I upset? Uh, yeah. Did I have a right to be? Uh, no.