Does Your House Welcome You Home?

This was my front door in 1980. Oh, how I loved that door. Oh, how I fussed to get it just right. Carefully measuring and mixing together different shades of orange and yellow for that vibrant sunburst. Our cookie-cutter house finally said “Welcome.” In our formula...

Does Your House Smile at You? Porches Speak Volumes.

I’m not the type of person who smiles no matter what. I don’t automatically say “fine” whenever somebody asks how I am. And I definitely can’t gush. I’ve tried. Even though I’m not a welcome wagon kinda gal, I do recognize the value in people who are. Facing a...