30/31 days of Honest: the day my dad died

As I work through the basement more and more, the same question keeps coming up Why, so much stuff–duplicates, enough pans to bake 30 cakes at once (no lie!), enough fabric to make dozens and dozens of quilts, enough yarn to wrap around the world (ok, I didn’t do the math on that but ….

29/31 days of Honesty

I’m almost there!  Only 3 more days until my 31 days of honesty are over. Sort of bittersweet.  I have poured my heart on these pages.  I have shared my joys and my demons. If I had to do this all over again I would.  I would also plan ahead and not pick HONESTY as…