Now My Stash is Fresh and Clean as a Whistle

I remember grandmas grandpas or lolas and lolos smelling of mothballs. To this day I associate the smell of mothballs with old Asian people. Maybe it’s often chosen to place in closets of an older generation because camphor is such a cheap deterrent for moths.  Still I grew up determined never to let a mothball [...]

The neurotic nature of hoarding

We’re cleaning up a lot of things right now… I cleaned up the guest bedroom and my office as we’ve errected a temporary food prep area in the guest room while Eric tears the kitchen apart.  I had the opportunity to assemble my stash… or at least most of it.
Sometimes I think I’ve been hoarding [...]