What Marie Kondo missed

Or – how a book project fell over because I was too immersed in my family’s history.

A mother’s lament: “To my Daughter Amy, to thou art gone and nevermore shall I behold thy gentle face as when we parted at the door – exchanging then our last embrace. Dead art thou and I was not there to see thee close thy weary eyes or hear thee breathe thy lastest prayer…” (My great-great-great grandmother Sarah’s circa-1873 black-edged note for her …