or, “when in doubt, throw it out.”
Hoarders, unless they overdo it, are looked upon with compassion and empathy, but anti-hoarders, non-savers–there isn’t even an un-negative name for us–are eyed with suspicion. What are these hard-hearted Hannahs hiding?
I’m taking my chances on outing myself as a shredder. My essay in which I tell all (well, not all) has been published by Ascent, and you can read “Jesus Saves, I Don’t” here.
About Alice Lowe
I am a freelance writer, avid reader and Virginia Woolfophile in San Diego, California. My personal essays have been published in more than 90 literary journals and can be followed on my blog: www.aliceloweblogs.wordpress.com.
I have published essays and reviews about Virginia Woolf, including two monographs in the Bloomsbury Heritage Series published by Cecil Woolf Publishers, London: "Beyond the Icon: Virginia Woolf in Contemporary Fiction," and "Virginia Woolf as Memoirist."
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By the way, I brought Baby Boo to Lexi when I was there… and everyone seemed horrified by it. LOL
On Thu, Jul 12, 2018 at 11:46 AM, Alice Lowe — still writing wrote:
> Alice Lowe posted: “or, “when in doubt, throw it out.” Hoarders, unless > they overdo it, are looked upon with compassion and empathy, but > anti-hoarders, non-savers–there isn’t even an un-negative name for us–are > eyed with suspicion. What are these hard-hearted Hannahs hidi” >