A teen’s First Job: Shocking what you’ll spend your money on

Tree uI was fourteen when my older sister asked me if I wanted to take over her house-cleaning job at the Goldman’s.

Mr. and Mrs. Goldman lived in a large, modern home.  They were minimalists, and back then, I don’t think we even had a word for that.  The upstairs foyer opened wide into the living room, which flowed into the kitchen.  Instead of walls, there were windows.  A greenhouse was  off of the kitchen, so Mrs. Goldman could grow her own organic vegetables.  At that time, we didn’t know what organic was, either.

Hardwood floors lined the house, which was unusual in Maryland.  Instead of furniture, they had several 6’ fig trees in their living room, with just a small couch to sit on.  Those trees became a nuisance to me, because I had to pick up every leaf off of the floor.   The only thing the Goldman’s had in excess were books, thousands of them, contained in one room in the house. Continue reading



Board QuiverThe garage of my Spanish style home stores so many surfboards that we could open a surf shop.  Being a minimalist, I’d love to sell off most of those surfboards and only keep the ones that we actually use.  But my pack-rat husband won’t allow it.

I started surfing when I was 31, although I had always wanted to surf, even as a little girl.  It was never the right time for me to learn until I met Drew.  He was an avid surfer and looked the part; he wore board shorts and flip flops, he had ripped six-pack abs, a deep tan and a gorgeous mane of long, golden hair.  He encouraged me to learn to surf.

My first surfboard was a sweet Paul Carter Longboard, cherry red with hibiscus flowers on the deck.  It was 8 foot 6 inches long and very heavy for my small frame.  It cost a lot of money for me at the time, but just like buying a new convertible car that you can’t afford, you do it because you know you’ll look good driving it!

When Drew and I married a few years later, I had accumulated three more surfboards. Continue reading