Why Do I STILL Have This Stuff?
A compassionate meditation before letting go.
A massive change is coming to our household. We’re moving my tiny, 96-year-old, phenomenal, dementia-ridden mother-in-law into our home, and preparing accommodations for her beloved aide.
My wife and I have completely reconfigured our home. This job is like trying to solve a giant Rubik’s Cube with furniture…