For the past month or so we’ve been on a quest to find a new recliner for my mother. Her old one is, well, old, and to top it off, a spring plunked upon the floor beneath her just the other night. I’d say it’s time. But here’s the thing. My mother is particular. I have no problem with that because I’m quite picky, myself. … Continue reading Goldilocks has nothing on Norma