weekend reads

When we moved into our current home back in 2000, a husband, wife, and their tween daughter lived next door. Our homes are in a planned community that was part of Roosevelt’s New Deal plan. Some of the houses were made of brick, some of cinderblock, and a few, like ours, were deemed temporary housing…

              View this post on Instagram                         A post shared by courtney (courn) ahn (@courtneyahndesign) on Feb 26, 2020 at 7:03pm PST This week… but let’s be honest, it was like any other week in America, it just…

It’s a cruel, cruel, cruel summer. Memorial Day weekend is usually spent at our neighborhood pool, but right now it’s looking exactly like the previous weekend and the one before that. School ends in two weeks and I am grateful I dropped the ball with signing our daughter up for summer camps this season and…

Funny how I keep thinking about bookcases but struggle to read a single chapter.  My mind has had a hard time focusing this week, but when it gets itself into the right zone, it’s all systems go.  I’m trying to figure out ways to make those zones happen more often, and the best is to…

We always knew we would send our child to public schools. By chance (or us buying a “starter home” in 2000 that we still live in and adore) we moved back to the same county where my husband and I attended public school.  We had mixed public school experiences, mine more positive than my husband’s,…

At my old job, I worked for nine years in the same department. I worked my way up to a point where I had a staff of individuals I trained to be able to do whatever I delegated to them.  We trusted one another, we knew our jobs, we cared about our performance and our…

Oh, the highs and lows of Corona.  Last weekend was rough and it went into this week.  Tuesday I had a call with my business consultant and ended up in tears.  But I took a day to go outside and spend a few minutes in my front yard absorbing sunshine, I got my hands dirty…

So how is everyone holding up after a month of this? I’ll be honest, each time I think I’m fine, something causes me to unravel a bit at the seams.  I think I have a grasp on the new normal, then I hear of a friend who is diagnosed, I see a story on the…

Yoga mats are shoved under all the furniture to prevent our dog’s balls from rolling underneath. The living room floor lamp now has a grow lightbulb in it and has moved to the end of the dining table which has been transformed into a plant nursery. The bedroom is cleaner than it has ever been…