For the past two months, I've been a woman possessed. A woman possessed by a mission to declutter every closet, cupboard, drawer, display case, basement storage cubby, and attic shelf in the roomy old farmhouse that's been our home since 1991. Why? Because if I declutter now, our anticipated move to be closer to our kids in four years when my husband retires will be much, much easier. By … [Read more...]