Cherry Grove Beach, SC, circa 1950 Would you fork over a small fortune for a slice of your family’s history? Even if that slice looks like it hasn’t seen an update since the Eisenhower administration? The asking price is a jaw-dropping $950K. Now, would that price tag make you reconsider if that piece of history was just a hop, skip, and a jump from the ocean? I know I would (if I could). After all, I’m married to a handyman who’s too busy saving the world—one paying customer
Do you ever feel like you’re drowning in stuff — like the house is personally gaslighting you? Because same. I’m a 51‑year‑old, ADHD, perimenopausal woman just trying to survive the daily chaos without retreating to my bedroom and waiting for the mythical House Organizing Fairy Godmother to swoop in and rescue my overstimulated brain. And don’t even get me started on the kitchen. We have all lived in this house the exact same number of years, and yet I am still the only human
Years ago, when we bought our first house, B and I decided we needed a pool. Not wanted—needed. The backyard was sloped like a ski hill, so an in‑ground pool was a no-go. Naturally, we went with an above‑ground and thought, “Hey, let’s just build a giant deck around it so it feels in-ground.” Because why not casually take on a small construction project the size of a starter home? Since this kind of thing was in B’s wheelhouse, we decided to DIY it. And by “we,” I mean B had
Hi, I’m the Handyman’s Wife: big ideas, small budget, and a calendar that laughs at me daily. By day, I lead a software development team; off the clock, I’m a wife and mom—plus staff to one very spoiled dog and a few self-righteous cats.
