Emotional Adulthood II

Ever since I’ve lived in my own home, I’ve always hated cleaning the floors. I would look at the wall-to-wall carpet in my apartment and think, Someone should really vacuum this  carpet. Did I mention that I lived alone? When I moved to a house with hardwood floors, I...

Emotional Adulthood

My email inbox got to overwhelming proportions this summer. As I worked on clearing it out last week, I realized that I’d missed a number of not-earth-shattering-but-not-trivial emails from a good friend of mine. I sent her an email apologizing for missing the emails...