The Second Round: How to Declutter a Room You Already Decluttered
Have you ever opened the door to a room you already cleaned out, and felt your heart sink? This one is for you. I know that feeling very well. About …
Have you ever opened the door to a room you already cleaned out, and felt your heart sink? This one is for you. I know that feeling very well. About …
The year I gave away our extra folding chairs, three of our cousins had to stand at Thanksgiving dinner. They held their plates and ate by the kitchen counter. We …
The woman at our church clothing closet lifted my blue blouse out of the bag. Then she held it up to the window. There was a yellow stain under one …
The night-light by my bathroom door is small and plastic, and nobody would ever call it pretty. It cost a few dollars. Last winter I tripped over a footstool in …
“Sorry, it’s just soup.” I said that to my sister one Wednesday this fall. She had stayed for lunch after our coffee. I set a bowl in front of her …
My Mondays used to start with a sigh. I’d walk into the kitchen for coffee, and there it all was. The mail from last week sat on the table. The …
The roll of tape cost me about four dollars. I already owned two just like it. I just couldn’t find them. I had a birthday gift to wrap and a …
I waited about twenty years for a free weekend to clean out my house. It never came. There was always a grandchild’s birthday, a church supper or a cold I …
For years, nine o’clock in the morning belonged to my mother. That’s when I called her, every single day. She’d tell me about the weather and the birds, and I’d …
The soap was still in its pretty paper when I found it in my mother’s linen closet. There were six bars, one for each Christmas. I had given them to …