Is it time to clean out the digital closets?

I like stuff. I’ve always liked stuff. I attribute this in part to growing up rather poor. Money was tight until my late teens; stuff wasn’t something we had a lot of. This was also in the pre-boutique-thrift shop days. In the now, thrift and consignment stores are as ubiquitous as liquor outlets, but back when I was young, there was the local Sally Ann … Continue reading Is it time to clean out the digital closets?

Memories are the darndest thing.

I’m folding a couple of the T-shirts that haven’t yet been demoted to dryer status when all of a sudden, I’m thinking about my son’s father’s reaction when I told him I was pregnant. We limped along for another two and a half years, but he never quite forgave me. [i] That isn’t what I’m thinking about, however. I’m thinking about the day he came … Continue reading Memories are the darndest thing.

You’re not as awful as you think.

Seven months ago, my daughter ghosted me. She was angry and upset over something I’d said and rather than talking to me about it, she went with radio silence. During a subsequent text exchange about five months later as she tried to reconnect, suggesting it had nothing to do with me, mostly. She had fallen into another abusive relationship and that had led to problems. … Continue reading You’re not as awful as you think.