What I believe

MAKING YOUR MOTHER'S DAY

MAKING YOUR MOTHER'S DAY

For many of us, this is a day to give AND to receive. We are at the intersection of mother, daughter and caregiver to oh so many. Which is all the more reason you need to take time for you on Sunday, May 12 (and Mon., Tue., Wed., but I digress…). While hugs and homemade cards are soul-filling, you may want a pretty box holding a heartfelt something. Don’t be shy – forward this email full of my favorite things or your own wish list to your partner to make sure you get what you really want.

MICRO CHOICE, MACRO IMPACT

MICRO CHOICE, MACRO IMPACT

Micro choice (as defined by Less Mess. More Life.) – quick actions you can take and decisions you can make to lead a more organized life.

A simpler, calmer life is not created solely by the quarterly purge. The dreamy state is the result of minute-to-minute, day-to-day decisions you make. You've made the decision to sign up for this newsletter. Now it's your turn to implement a few of these (she says with such a loving nudge).

HOW TO “ORGANIZE” KIDS ART

HOW TO “ORGANIZE” KIDS ART

Thank you Mary, for setting the tone here. Without further adieu, my 3 simple rules for editing your children’s art.

1.    If it’s not personal - toss it. Staying in the lines on a page torn from a coloring book page does not warrant keeping for 3 decades. First drawing of your family? Frame it – this deserves more than a box.

2.    If it’s bigger than my Bigso Document box - toss it. Preschool art projects will not overtake my home or my life.

3.    If you know the teacher did the majority of the work - toss it. You know the way-too-perfect Halloween thumbprint project. Cute? Beyond. Showing my child’s creativity? Not so much. See ya.

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WHY MY SON’S LUNCHBOX COSTS MORE THAN MY OUTFIT

WHY MY SON’S LUNCHBOX COSTS MORE THAN MY OUTFIT

Five mornings a week a lot of us do the same thing. Sigh about packing lunch(es). Dig for containers to pack lunch. And then, finally, pack the lunch. It gets old – quickly.

I hated packing lunches mainly because I never had the right, or enough of, the right container. Dirty containers, lost lids or my husband snagging the good sandwich Tupperware, I was always digging…and annoyed by it.