I don’t know about you, but I seem to be collecting things subconsciously.

The first thing was napkins. I, naturally, blame my children for this. You see, when you have small and medium-sized children there is always a need for extra napkins.


As it has become increasingly just the hubbinator and I, I have managed to limit the number of napkins to two each. Yet, he doesn’t always use his share and I can manage with just one, so now I have 2-3 extras.

Usually, I stuff them in the side pocket of my purse. Where I have been thankful to have them when in a public stall, there has been an absence of toilet paper. Hubbinator tucks them into the center compartment for runny nose weather.

But in my desire to use less, I’ve been mindful of my napkin collecting. So, perhaps, in future, I will opt out of any napkins and just use the cloth ones I have at home when we order takeout.

Life is a work in progress.

Until next time.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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2 Responses to Collections

  1. That’s funny. I bring a couple of napkins to work each day for lunch. When I don’t use one I put it on the bottom of a stack of napkins on my desk. I could go for 3 months without bringing a napkin to work but do you think I would do that? No. The pile just keeps growing.

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