Susan Pogorzelski

This summer, I’ve been learning the value of letting go. I thought I learned this lesson last summer, when we sold my grandparents’ house across the street from where I grew up. Painful as it was, it was also a necessary evolution of time as we let go of furniture and keepsakes and rooms that held hundreds of memories. I let go then. But not really. Not with ease. Not with grace. Not without a whole hell of a lot of foot stomping and swearing at the cyclical nature of life to