In Search of Simpler Times


It's funny how in a couple of generations things can be forgotten, lost in time. Traditions, places, faces. Yet, when revisiting them it reawakens something we've never really lost. The first time I visited far west Texas, I was sixteen. I wasn't truly present to the family road trip, but I do remember the crisp…

Spring Cleaning and Thoreau


Ahhh...warm sun, banging swing doors, and iced drinks are here.... or at least it is getting closer every day. (©LiveSimplyKMM.wordpress.com)Which means I found myself opening up my bedroom window and looking at the craziness that is my closet in disbelief. Could I really have that many shoes? I've never been a self-proclaimed shoe obsessor (books on…