A Visit With The Stamp King

The place was chaos. Bankers boxes just like mine stacked in wobbly piles to the ceiling. Banks of filing cabinets stood behind a counter that was so covered in piles of dusty stamp books and shoeboxes that you couldn’t see it. Unexpectedly at the front of the store sat rubbermaid tubs full of African violets, growing in the diffused light of the dirty storefront window.

I loved this piece, so well written and also I could relate as I just flew to help go through some of my mom’s personal items now that she’s in memory care. So many things she held on to that my sister and I don’t really want and probably no one wants. It’s honestly made me view the things in our own house differently.