I remember one Tuesday afternoon, right after I’d finished a big batch of beef stew, when I walked into my living room and realized the…
I remember sitting on my living room floor a few years back, trying to tackle a pile of laundry, when I suddenly realized the air…
I remember standing in front of my bedroom door five years ago, staring at a mountain of mismatched hangers and “maybe one day” clothes, feeling…
I used to think that if I just bought one of those fancy, three-tiered acrylic spinning carousels I saw on those home makeover shows, my…
I remember standing in my kitchen five years ago, staring at a countertop so buried under junk mail, half-used recipe cards, and mismatched Tupperware lids…
I remember standing in the middle of my first tiny living room, staring at a dozen different paint swatches that all looked like the exact…
I remember sitting at my kitchen table ten years ago, staring at a beige living room that felt more like a waiting room than a…
I remember standing in my kitchen five years ago, surrounded by half-empty bottles of “specialty” citrus cleaners and feeling completely defeated. I had spent sixty…
I was sitting on my living room floor last Saturday, surrounded by a mountain of dusty baby clothes and old school report cards, feeling like…
I used to think that if I wanted to be productive, I’d need to go out and drop a small fortune on one of those…