Forty minutes between work and an important phone call. The drive home will take twenty minutes provided the roadway is construction free and I need to squeeze in a few errands...the mathematics of womanhood begin.... Banking add seven minutes, a grocery store dash another twenty-five minutes... Tight, but doable... IF the lines are reasonable and IF I don't see the bathroom (the mere suggestion a working bathroom exists calls to my age and child-birthing weaken bladder) and

Following and indulgent decade of More and Mine and Bigger is Better, we’ve buried ourselves and we're suffocating in stuff. We’ve learned More is heavy and encumbering. We’ve learned More doesn’t fix heartache or fill a void. We’ve learned Stuff for Stuff’s sake is still just Stuff. We've entered a revolution of downsizing. We’re getting creative with cooking and loving the simple fact that DIY projects aren't graded. Creating Space, "Clearing" the New Agers call it. We’re R