• Essays

    Sweeping Under the Bookshelves of Your Heart

    The people who built my house fitted the floors with wood in the living room, dining room, and hallway, and laminate in the kitchen. Due to the amount of food eaten in my house on-the-go, I sweep a couple times a day, especially around our kitchen table and the kids’ little table. Sometimes when I sweep, I marvel at the amount of crumbs I find. I can barely contain my disgust at the dust-pan as I pour the offending particles into the garbage can. I wonder what the floors would look like if I swept a couple times a week instead of a couple times a day. Our socks would…