About Clutter

I am an uncertified decluttering expert. I go through old family stuff and newer family stuff, and friends’ stuff, and then of course there’s my own stuff, too. There is a difference between keeping clutter and keeping tokens of memory or hope. If you took a trip to Paris when…

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Sourpuss Here

Somebody I do not know announced on a writers’ info loop that she was mentioned in a friend’s blog. I’m afraid I reacted with unbecoming cynicism. First, this is not news. This is the kind of thing you tell your mother, not a loop of other writers. Second, for a…

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We Had So Much

I got a letter today from an old friend. Recently, I sent her the letters she wrote me when we were in college. Back then we kept up a constant stream, and aside from the fluctuations of individual happiness, we were on the same page. Full of dreams and wanting…

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Mom’s Okay

My post about my mother’s books made some of you worry that she had died. But no, she’s going strong at 95. Aside from advanced dementia, she is very healthy. Maybe she’ll live to be 100. So why dispose of her books and other items? This happens under various circumstances…

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Make Mine Marvel

I dug into my box of old Marvel Comics memories the other day. I am still reeling from the negative vibes of that encounter with my past. Sarcastic memos flung far and wide, sturm und drang from every direction. Bad stuff happening to many people. Bad stuff perpetrated by many…

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