My friends call me a hoarder, but I don’t think I am.

Though I do have a beautiful walk-in closet that I can’t use because it’s filled with stuff that I can’t bring myself to throw away, like gifts from old boyfriends, stuff from college, even toys from my childhood. But I knew I needed help when I nearly tripped over a pile of shoes that should have been stored in the closet.

I finally reached out to my friend April. She used to model and still walks as if she owns the world. I love her take-charge attitude. She’s the most unsentimental person I know, and she’s ruthless when it comes to tossing things. Her condo looks spartan by my standards, but I’d hoped we’d be able to compromise.

April arrived bright and early on Saturday morning with lattes,... Read More