If I had an item for every time a client professed their adoration for a belonging they never use because they’re “saving it,” or “too scared about damaging it to actually use it,” I could stock a whole store. Its shelves would be filled with the nicest versions of every sort of thing: bougie skincare, covetable fragrances, blouses and dresses (white), designer handbags, linens from the South of France, antique coup glasses from grandparents, and ...

“All of that came from my basement!?” She pointed to the mountainous pile we accumulated in her entry during the course of our editing session. We’re used to the scale of donations that so often leaves people’s homes, but she was flabbergasted. “Why didn’t I do this sooner??” She exclaimed. “I feel SO much LIGHTER!”  It’s a common phrase we hear from clients, and it doesn’t get old. The lightness that comes from editing is ...

  One’s spiritual center and a Birmingham, Michigan, Coney Island Restaurant would appear to have nothing in common. The first is an intangible–one’s source of higher knowing, tuned into through calm and focused stillness. The other, a restaurant at which you might grab a hot dog, greek salad, and chicken finger pita. For me, the two are inextricably linked. There was a year or two in my childhood when my mom and I had dates ...

There’s a poignant scene in the Barbie movie when Margot Robbie’s character, Barbie, sits on a bench next to an older woman. Barbie is dejected, crying, her shiny blonde bubble having been burst by existential wonderings, which neither her Dream House, her Ken, or her coif can nullify. The older woman beside Barbie exudes the confidence of vulnerability, experience, and age. The beauty of her humanity is so striking to Barbie that she tells the ...

There's a print hanging in my house of rows and rows of colored dots, each one captioned with a tongue-in-cheek moniker. Were I to count, I'm betting each color is represented in equal numbers. But sometimes, I'll look at that print and a red dot will catch my eye. I'll read the name, something like picnic tablecloth, or Maine lobster, or Tide detergent, and relish the wit of it. When my gaze zooms out, all ...