Although I don't call myself a minimalist, this is the style I strive for in my writing. Short, to the point. I don't mean to leave anything out, but I know that you, dear reader, are reading this blog for a reason. You want answers, and I would like to provide them. I would like to do so in a way that respects your time and effort. If you have any question about a post or what the heck it is I'm talking about, don't hesitate to ask!
Lately my general response when I open boxes that have been packed away for years is, "Oh my gosh ... I had completely forgotten about this!/I still have this?!/I thought I donated this?!" Which, based on my reaction, likely means that the item/s were not so valuable (if not completely vexing) to me. Despite the feelings of overwhelm they incite, it also means that sorting through it all is probably a good thing. Yet, there are those relatively rare moments when a long-lost item does, as Marie Kondo would put it, "spark joy". Over a decade ago, I visited an antique store in Zionsville, IN, with my sister, nephew, and my parents. There I found a whole trunk full of black and white celebrity photos , probably from old magazines, that some meticulous soul had taken the trouble to laminate. Since many of the images were gorgeous and so reasonably priced, I (a broke graduate student at the time) couldn't resist. I was most attracted to photos of glamorous actress
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