“Hello, my name is Kim, and I’m addicted to house porn.” “Hello Kim.” Well, at least that’s what my husband calls it. Yes, I may have a wee bit of a problem: I really can’t walk away from a shelter magazine. The darn things are everywhere: right there next to the snickers in the check-out line, at the nails salon, in the airport kiosk.  But, hey, take the magazine, leave the snickers, and no one gets fat! So, what’s the harm? One of my favorite columns is featured each month in … [Read more...]