When the art of tidying up lost its magic on the journey to becoming clutter free

This summer, a dear friend came for a visit. And over scones, coffee, and quiche at a cute little bakery -- she told me I need to get this book.   My daughter promptly drew on it with crayon. That gives you some idea of the conditions I was up against.   Now, you

1,000 kisses will never be enough

I am so sad. This is, of course, to be expected. And yet I fight the urge to pretend everything is OK. Because the truth is, I feel done being sad. Mentally, I want to skip over it, bury it, stuff it on a plane, mail it to Timbuktu, do anything with sad except BE

Why “<3" will never be enough

        Have you ever had a hurt that just hurt too much to bear on your own?   Today, that was me. I was up at 3 am, hurting, and felt alone.   I searched Facebook. Where I can post and get support without feeling shame for being so emotional? After all,

The days you just get by

  You may have noticed I've been a little quiet on my blog these days.   Writing takes my jumbled-up puzzle of feelings, and creates order from chaos, forming a picture I can understand and can communicate to others. "Finally," I say after writing a post, "I know how I feel!"   But with the