February unsettles me. It’s a month that can bring me tears and smiles . . . sometimes at the same time. Its memories highlight for me the delighted smiles a Valentine can bring, the joy of my beloved bro’s birthday, and some heartache memories of the deaths of both parents. Today I’m in the middle of the friendly part of February and encased in a snowy day—a good energy time for decluttering. So, here’s the picture: I’m on my knees, literally, spreading out important files o

The uncomfortable phone call I’d been thinking about for months was today. It’s been on my mind—an annoying fly incessantly circling my head—this planned and practiced list of disappointments I'd promised myself to share. But I have to admit I’m worried my words might only make things worse. I glanced at the clock to check how much time I had before my unloading began. Only enough time to . . . I don’t know . . . maybe try to figure out why this upcoming conversation already