We’ve just completed a weeklong job of weeding out closets, dumping out drawers, emptying stuffed and stacked baskets, and otherwise cleaning out every nook and cranny of our busy house. We’ve gotten rid of stacks and stacks of too-small, stained, and ripped clothing, thrown away piles and piles of old papers, scribbles, and schoolwork, and discarded computer cord… Continue

I can remember visiting my brother his freshman year in college. He shared a house with four other boys, none of whom, clearly, should have been turned loose on their own. The house was a complete wreck, with pizza boxes, pop cans, dirty clothes, and wet towels lying all over the place. And, because they were boys, there wasn’t a made bed in the place, which gave e… Continue

I grew up in the Eighties: The Age of the Mall. This meant a huge variety of clothing stores from which to choose and more trendy, fashionable clothes at a lower cost. The Eighties, for me, was about quantity: the more pairs of tapered-leg jeans and colored leggings in my closet, the better. The higher the stack of neon tops, the happier I felt. In the Eighties, i… Continue