Scary at first and then invigorating.
I made of list of all the stuff that sits and winks and glares and ignores me in every room of the house. And then I put little check marks next to the stuff I want to keep.
The two thousand nine tradition of burning the monkey clinging to your back that was started at Corina's on its first morning might have to carry on in my own backyard.
We've proved that chairs and wreathes and ladders and shelves and fallen leaves make for a raging bonfire of no regrets.
I'm ready to add my own pile of ready-to-forget.