“Are you really going to use it, mom?” “I don’t know, I don’t want to throw it out,” I said “If I’m just going to throw it out after you’re gone you might as well throw it out now.” That’s the gist of a conversation I had with one of… Continue Reading..
My mother was extremely organized. Naturally, I was a rebellious kid who embraced disorganization...and I became an adult who married disorganization, figuratively and literally. Together, my was-band (He WAS my husBAND) and I each managed our own businesses quite well down in the valleys of mountains of unopened mail. When… Continue Reading..