Every Fall I purge our house. From top to bottom, I go through everything and either donate, discard, or recycle it. It’s a chore that I like less and less every year, particularly when it comes to my children’s rooms. This year, I was appalled by the number of items I found in their room that were unopened, not used, or barely touched. To be clear, I was not appalled at my children, but at myself. You see, every Christmas I run around at the last-minute looking for something - anything - to …
