I have a love/hate relationship with stuff: I love getting rid of stuff because I hate it. It’s genetic I suspect. My dad is infamous for his lifelong, one-man war on clutter. No stuff was safe around this heroic man- his stuff, your stuff, stuff in our home, stuff in other people’s homes, or even… Continue reading Dear Jesus, Your Birthday Was Nice. I Got Lots of Stuff.
October 16, 2016. It was a deliciously stormy Sunday. My husband, two boys and I were driving home from an out-of-town family event. There’s something so soothing about driving in the rain. Listening to the rhythmic beating of the rain as it strikes the car and watching the rivulets of water run down the windshield… Continue reading The Car Ride that Changed my Life