A few weeks ago, I came across an article about women my age and what we’re doing with our houses. I was halfway through, half-paying-attention, when the writer used a …
I didn’t sit down one day and decide to have a clutter-free home. The habits crept in slowly, over years. I didn’t even notice I was building them. Some came …
I was up late reading the other night. One of those long articles I’d been meaning to get to about something else entirely. And somewhere in the middle of it, …
I was up late last week watching Hoarders. I’d flipped past it three times before I finally stopped on it. You know the show. A&E. The slow camera pan, the …
I’ve been thinking a lot about my friend lately. Her husband passed away almost a year ago. We’ve been close since our kids were little, and I drive over to …
I was on the couch the other night, scrolling through a TikTok my granddaughter sent me. The video was a young woman, maybe twenty-five, holding up an almost-empty tube of …
There’s something in your home right now that you’ve been meaning to deal with for years. You can probably picture it without trying. The thing on a shelf. The box …
If you’ve ever stood in front of a closet and made a different kind of decision (not “do I love this?” but “is this still part of my life?”), you’ve …
I sat down in front of my hall closet on a Tuesday morning with a cup of coffee and good intentions. I’d read an article about Swedish death cleaning a …
There’s a cabinet under my kitchen counter that’s full of empty glass jars. Mason jars. Pickle jars. Pasta sauce jars with the labels half-peeled off. I have at least thirty …