Bins and bins of baby clothes

The basement. Like the warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, it is a sea of forgotten memories. Some that elicit the light of joy, while others are best left forgotten, begging the question of why we hung onto them in the first place. We’ve been in our current house for sixContinue reading “Bins and bins of baby clothes”

A season of purging, a life (hopefully) more simple

I’m not one for resolutions. Heck, I will fully admit how boring I am that I’m not that into New Year’s at all. Not to sound like a grumpy old man, as I have no ill-will towards people celebrating, it’s just that these days, for me, it’s merely the turn of a calendar page. Hey,Continue reading “A season of purging, a life (hopefully) more simple”