It’s refreshing when people say shocking things, even when a treasured American institution is under attack: the kitchen. “I do not like kitchens. I think they are the ugliest rooms in the house. I hate them. I hate being in them,” says a homeowner and artist who lives on the

Families, in-laws, and office suites are not the only places that harbor dysfunction and pathological triangles. A quiet killer lurks among us. It thrives upon confusion. Upon useless niches and ill-fitting cabinetry. Upon fear that there are deep problems. That you will blow your retirement income solving these problems.