linen closet

“Reggie!” she yelled one more time as she rushed to the linen closet so that she could reach the tunnel.

“Finally, the linen closet’s across the hall,” he said.

I gazed at both the linen closet and pantry and decided they were fine, just as I decided it was too cold to get rid of any sweaters and that my son could deal with his stuff when he was next in town.

Like every good Type A mother with a bit of time on her hands, I had planned to use my three family-free days to get some projects done: Rearrange the linen closet, clean out the pantry, deal with the disarray recent storms had inflicted on the backyard, organize old photos, sort through the bins my son left behind when he moved to Kansas City more than a year ago, get rid of the myriad sweaters I never wear yet insist on keeping.

“We ripped out an old linen closet once,” says Broxson.