There goes the neighborhood. Over the past month, there have been a string of break-ins in our neighborhood. It all started with a singular incident in which $14 was stolen from someone’s kitchen. When I heard the news, I was nervous. But it seemed like an isolated incident, and I brushed it off as teenagers, or possibly even residents of the house. But then, there were more. A string of homes was hit all in one night. In one home, one of the burglars was caught on a nanny cam. He remains unidentified. Our normally quiet subdivision was stunned, but my neighbors have been anything but silent about it. And my neighbors have made it really clear the type of neighborhood we live in: Continue reading “A $14 Robbery Ruined My Neighborhood”
Mr. P and I are in the midst of a massive overhaul of our home. For the past few weeks, I’ve been a decluttering machine. Craigslist, Poshmark, Tradesy, local consignment stores. You name it, I’ve tried it*. I have also filled several trash bags to the breaking point and bequeathed them to my neighborhood Goodwill and a few other local charities.
But then it occurred to me: Donating an incredibly-out-of-date top to Goodwill mostly benefits me. Not Goodwill. Sure, I have some big-ticket items and designer duds that I’d still like to consign, but my time is worth something too, right? Was I spending too much time reselling things for pennies on the dollar? Couldn’t I afford to be a little more generous?
Continue reading “Simple Switches: The Goodness of Giving Something Away”