Home Is Where The Heart Is

You can't go home again. The expression is borne from the title of a Thomas Wolffe novel, meaning if you try to return to a place you remember from the past, it won't be the same as you remember it. I feel like this saying has a large breadth of application... or else I’ve become … Continue reading Home Is Where The Heart Is →

All In The Family

My mom grew up in Sault Ste Marie, Michigan (the Soo), one of eight children in an Italian/American family. My grandma, a young widow with three children, married my grandpa, a widower with three children. They then had my mom and my Aunt M. I used to tell my elementary school friends, “It’s like the … Continue reading All In The Family →

The Purge Continues

The other day at work, a coworker asked me, “Are you still doing that purge thing?” Why, yes. Yes, I am. For those of you that are new to my party, I have been trying to reduce the number/volume of my material possessions since the first of the year. Reduce. De-clutter. Simplify. Purge. It’s a … Continue reading The Purge Continues →