Nothing is quite as melancholy as cleaning out an empty house. Again. Alone. Last night as I scrubbed another kitchen sink for the last time I thought of how many times I’ve cleaned out a house as I moved from it. Apartments: 3 Houses I’ve owned: 5 Houses I’ve rented: 6 Last night was the … Continue reading Sneak peek book 8: Anyone else clean a home to say “good-bye” or am I the only weird one who negotiates with houses?
Since last summer, I’ve felt I’ve been dying a slow death. We’re in the long process of moving cross country in June, but not until some major events in our family occur: a granddaughter born, a daughter off to college and back again, a son marrying, another son returning home. I find myself looking at … Continue reading The chapter may be ending, but the book keeps going