Years ago, church service found me sorting through the nonsense piles of a hoarded home in my neighborhood. I pulled handful after handful of miscellany out of a kitchen drawer. Baggies, twist ties, flashlights, batteries, sticky notes, eating utensils, writing utensils, charging cords, hair elastics, hair clips, tiny rubber bands, all-but-empty tape ro…
The Perfectionists Who Can't Get Their Shit Together
