Carole Townsend

(Not So) Common Sense
Some things just leave me scratching my head
By Carole Townsend

There are some things I run across in the course of a day that just beg the question,“Who on earth thought of this, and why?” You know what I’m talking about, those everyday items that either make your life a little bit easier or a little bit more difficult.

Carole Townsend

(Not So) Common Sense
What I'd go back and tell the younger me
By Carole Townsend

Ah, the things that come with age, yes? I love the wisdom and clarity; the ability to discern; the sure knowledge of what I want; the satisfaction of having raised, or nearly raised, our children; the sheer joy of having a grandchild. The list goes on and on.

Carole Townsend

(Not So) Common Sense
We have to know when to quit
By Carole Townsend

One of the best decisions I ever made, for both myself and for my family, was to just bite the bullet and leave corporate America for unchartered territory. It’s hard to explain my motivation for doing so; I just knew that it was time for me to help my husband start his business and to be home for our children during their middle school years. 

Carole Townsend

(Not So) Common Sense
Men and women have different perspectives
By Carole Townsend

There are days when my patience is stretched to (and past) its limits. Let me just say at the outset that it’s my fault. It has to be. My husband is a great guy – sweet, kind, generous, thoughtful and very much a man’s man.

Carole Townsend

(Not So) Common Sense
If they’ll do it with you, they’ll do it to you
By Carole Townsend

My parents, it turns out, were not nearly as stupid as I thought they were when I was a teenager. I suspect that a lot of us learned that lesson when we were growing up, and we learned it right about the same time that we moved out on our own, started paying our own bills and such.

Carole Townsend

(Not So) Common Sense
Timing is everything
By Carole Townsend

It’s cold outside. The cold weather took a while to arrive, but when it did, it surely did. I love it. Oh, I hear people complaining about the temperatures, but for Pete’s sake, it’s January.