By Bill Primavera Disclaimer: The author of this article on cleaning around the house has little expertise on the subject. For that, I turned to Mrs. Home Guru, my wife Margaret, and other reliable sources. Oh, wait, I do have

By Bill Primavera Even though I’ve lived in a maintenance-free condo for some years, I still have residual anxiety come spring when I would realize that the ecstasy of the season comes with the need to keep one’s garden free

By Bill Primavera Do you like the word association game? When you think of the word “spring,” does it rapidly associate with “house cleaning?” I must confess, for me, I had no such association. Spring was a time to clean

By Bill Primavera Some things in life we take completely for granted. For instance, in our lifetimes, we’ve probably never thought twice about our ability to stay warm in winter; it’s been as easy as flipping a switch. But it

By Bill Primavera One of the saddest stories I’ve encountered in my lifetime happened when I was representing a celebrity chef for public relations. It was during the AIDS epidemic and, unfortunately, he had contracted the disease.  He would have

By Bill Primavera That call that I had been dreading came the other day, and I’ve been somewhat sad since. I learned from a mutual friend that my former colleague Patricia had died.  I sensed that something was wrong because

By Bill Primavera When it comes time to consider a topic for another Home Guru column, I sometimes check with my wife Margaret for ideas. She usually comes through for me. This time, she suggested that I research the first

By Bill Primavera Growing up, my family was not much into wall art. In our living room was just one big gold-framed mirror measuring about four to five feet wide and three feet high. Just to the left of the

By Bill Primavera Our homes are where we eat, sleep, play, sometimes work and store things we’ve finished using but somehow can’t bear to throw away. There are many reasons we may want to hold on to stuff we no

By Bill Primavera As soon as I read about the apartment building fire in the Bronx that killed 17 people, I went to the door of my condo at Yorktown’s Trump Park, opened it and assured myself that it closed