Living With Less Gave Me So Much More
It was a Tuesday morning, nine o’clock. My back rested against the recliner chair, as I was too exhausted to…
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It was a Tuesday morning, nine o’clock. My back rested against the recliner chair, as I was too exhausted to…
Continue ReadingOur home isn’t a curated photo. In fact, if someone saw a picture, the only reason they may stop scrolling…
Continue ReadingMy house will never be worthy of photographs. It will always have dust in the corners, a random piece of…
Continue ReadingThe online world is filled with pictures of finished homes with color coordination, painted walls, and seasonal decorations. I never…
Continue ReadingIt’s been seven hours since I last spoke. There’s no one in the house to talk to. My husband is…
Continue ReadingI need to make dinner. But before I can do that, I need to clean off the counter, which means…
Continue ReadingDear, sweet, adorable, impossibly neat, put-together Marie Kondo, Pull up a stool to my kitchen counter, won't you, love? I've…
Continue ReadingMy house screams at me. It screams to clear off the kitchen counters, to put away the clean clothes, to…
Continue ReadingIt’s the same routine every time someone comes over to our house. I'll plan to clean the night before to…
Continue ReadingMy house is a disaster. Like every single room has STUFF scattered about. Tiny pants, pieces of LEGO, socks, random…
Continue ReadingFor the past few days, I’ve been roaming around the house seeing the clutter. The piles. The mess. The extra.…
Continue ReadingI’m not a good homemaker. I’m just not. I’m convinced it’s in my DNA. I know nowadays women don’t need…
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