One time one of my far-away friends said she’d love to host us the next time we were in town, but added with no small amount of stress in her voice that she’d need to really buckle down and clean up her place first to make it suitable for someone like me—interested in interior design and constantly posting lovely pictures of home and garden—to come and …
Tragic Abundance: Spring Cleaning as Mortification
I have met myself in the hidden catch-alls of my home, and I despise the reality of my disorder.
