He could not recall how old he was when he was separated from his parents. But he did remember this: That he was stripped of his clothes; that his head was shaved; that he took showers in a large room with children he did not know; that the showers were cold. He remembered that he was deeply confused and acutely frightened. He remembered lying alone in his bunk night after night, crying silently, wondering when his parents would return. What he could not recall was how many nights he spent curled beneath a thin blanket in that bunk, crying and…
There must have been a subtle buzz in the back of the room that caught our high school drama teacher’s attention. Lips pursed in irritation, she marched down the center aisle directly to the group of desks where three or four students sat, heads together, whispering excitedly. With the swiftness of a predatory bird, she swooped down on them and seized the distraction in question, her face quickly dissolving into an expression that was a mixture of shock and rage. Attempting to regain her composure, she walked back to the front of the room then held the image aloft, her…
A great deal of attention has been paid lately to the process of decluttering as a way to liberate space to make room for things in our lives that spark joy.
Marie Kondo’s runaway bestseller, The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up has readers sorting and tossing with incredible enthusiasm and gusto. Many of us are motivated to tidy up because it’s just so much more aesthetically pleasing to live in a decluttered home. But, being decluttered is more than just an aesthetic. A decluttered space is doesn’t just make us feel good because it is clear of visual distraction…
Lauren Rosenfeld
Pink-haired mystical mama of four, finding miracles in the mundane. Writes about the sacred messiness of life. Author of “Breathing Room” and “Your To Be List”.
