Decluttering on Your Own Terms After 60 (Before Anyone Pushes You)
The biggest mistake I ever made with my mother happened in her kitchen, with a box of garbage bags in my hand. She was in her late 70s. Her house …
The biggest mistake I ever made with my mother happened in her kitchen, with a box of garbage bags in my hand. She was in her late 70s. Her house …
My closet has fewer clothes in it than it has in thirty years. And somehow, I have more outfits to wear than ever. I owe that to a friend from …
If you grew up with a mother who washed out bread bags and saved them in a drawer, this list is for you. My mother saved everything. Twist ties, rubber …
Seven lamps. Three clocks. Five little tables. That’s how many we had sitting around our house that nobody was using. I counted them one morning this fall, with a cup …
My friend from church was a school librarian for thirty-one years, and she couldn’t give away a single book. At school, she cleared out old books every summer. She knew …
Every year on the day after Thanksgiving, my mother turned her dining room buffet into a little snowy town. She spread out cotton for snow and set a small mirror …
There’s a yellow legal pad on our refrigerator, held up by a magnet. My husband wrote every line on it, and every line is crossed off in blue pen. It’s …
“I’m not lazy, Alison. I’m tired.” My friend from church said it at my kitchen table one Saturday morning, and then she started to cry. She’s 66, and she still …
My friend from church is 73, and I can barely keep up with her. On Mondays she walks three miles with a group from church. On Tuesdays she volunteers at …
I’ve lived in the same house for more than thirty years. My friend from church has lived in fourteen. Her husband served in the Army for twenty-six years. Every two …