Tarot contributor Jessica designs a spread to help us understand our relationship with sentimental objects that are weighing us down (and then get rid of them).

I live in Michigan, and I tend to hibernate during the months of cold and darkness. I get sluggish and slack. Then the days get longer, the sunlight streams through the windows, and I discover that I hate my house and everything in it. Right about now is when I get spring-cleaning fever. 

For me, cleaning pretty much always begin clearing away the crap that’s accumulated while I’ve been too busy or too distracted or too consumed by physical lassitude and existential despair to deal with said crap. (Midwestern winters are no joke, y’all.) So, as I started considering what this month’s column might be, I found myself thinking about my house and the mess that’s making me crazy now that there’s enough light to see it and I have enough energy to care. (Midwestern winters are no joke, y’all.)

Sometimes, decluttering is easy. That self-help book that has been sitting on my bedside table, unopened, for months? Give-away pile. A really nice box that I kept because it might come in handy while wrapping Christmas presents? Recycling bin. Lipstick I bought five years ago and have worn exactly once? Garbage can. 

The most wonderful review of The Big Activity Book for Anxious People EVER. Ever! (You can pick up a copy here.)

Paintillio - the company that makes those amazing custom paint-by-numbers kits I've been loving - is offering 30% off and free shipping for their pre-made Mural Artist Series Kits until March 30th. Use code MURALARTIST2020 at checkout.

I've been looking for the perfect eye cream for years, and this is it: The texture is great and deeply moisturizing, plus it's light and cooling.

My son, attending a Zoom meeting with his class.

(This went exactly as well as you think it did.)

First of all, I have got to encourage you to watch Jimmy Fallon's home broadcasts, because for reals, he is all of us trying to work from home right now.

A year ago, my mom's hair fell out. All of it, seemingly out of nowhere. I am so grateful to her for telling her story here.

I used to have really pretty hair. Then - suddenly - it was gone. All of it. I should feel sad. Or angry. Or something. But I don’t.

In early January 2018, my hair started to fall out. Every morning when I brushed my hair, I would end up holding handfuls of it. After a week or so, I went to my hairdresser. She confirmed I was suffering some hair loss, and artfully arranged my cut so it wouldn't show. After another week or so I couldn't hide the growing bald spots.

I bought a hat.