Here is my kitchen counter, built by my brother, brightened with flowers from my sister, dish towels from my cousin in the Netherlands, and the framed print from my student. Little reminders of people and places, of love and support. Last night, my daughter lent me a cable to upload the photos from my camera. I trust my cable will show up as boxes are emptied.
As I unpack clothes, I am lightening my load. I look at all my "things" and wonder if I have accumulated too much. My sister assures me that I have not. "If you spread these things around a house instead of a small flat, you would have loads of room left over."
I think she is right. For a sixty year old woman, mother of three, I guess I have a modest collection of things. Still, I think I can pare down some. Read More
As I unpack clothes, I am lightening my load. I look at all my "things" and wonder if I have accumulated too much. My sister assures me that I have not. "If you spread these things around a house instead of a small flat, you would have loads of room left over."
I think she is right. For a sixty year old woman, mother of three, I guess I have a modest collection of things. Still, I think I can pare down some. Read More