Decluttering for the Life I’m Living Now (Not Just for Someday)
“Grandma, what do you do all day?” My younger granddaughter asked me that on a Saturday afternoon. She wasn’t being rude. She really wanted to know. I opened my mouth …
“Grandma, what do you do all day?” My younger granddaughter asked me that on a Saturday afternoon. She wasn’t being rude. She really wanted to know. I opened my mouth …
Every fall, once it starts getting dark before supper, our living room turns into the busiest room in the house. That’s where we eat our popcorn and watch the news. …
Last month, my daughter sat down in the old rocking chair by our living room window. She gave it one slow push with her foot, the same way I used …
A number on a list can’t know who sits at your table. That was my first thought when I saw a decluttering list that said to keep six mugs. Six …
One skinny folder now holds every manual we need in our house. It used to take a whole desk drawer, and the drawer barely closed. I didn’t throw them all …
There are fourteen steps down to our basement. I know, because for thirty years I carried something down them almost every week. A box of dishes we didn’t need. A …
“Please don’t climb up there.” My husband said it from the bedroom doorway. I was on my step stool, up on my toes, reaching for a box at the very …
The box is brown, a little crushed on one corner, and taped shut with packing tape that has gone yellow. On the side, in my own handwriting, it says “WORK, …
This summer, my friend from church was standing in her front hall with a laundry basket on her hip when she started to cry. Her husband had come home from …
For more than twenty years, I dusted a shelf of Boyds Bears and told myself they would pay for something nice someday. I bought them one or two at a …