When Jamie goes away on a business trip, he doesn’t write a love note to place on my pillow. He leaves a tea bag with my morning mug on the kitchen counter. And fresh water in the kettle. As Jamie rides his early-morning train from Boston to New York, I hope he can picture me in our kitchen, wearing a T-shirt and flannel pajamas, making the tea he set out. We’ve been married over 30 years — enough time to know that love is less about the words and so much more about the deeds. Indeed. — Maribeth Stratford Millar

Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real-life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging”, as I know each of these pieces represents something…