When I was a kid, my mom was big on appearances. We lived in a two-story house. The main floor was the most critical to be clean in her judgment. She always called it “the downstairs”. Before any sort of gathering at our house, there was a frenzy. It was less about...
It’s that time again. The time of year when all things are coming to a close. If you celebrate Christmas, it’s tomorrow. I find this time of year to be great for reflecting on habits. They are formed by repetitive behaviors. Not in the way someone plagued by OCD will...
