My pack-rat, can’t throw anything, water down the shampoo and ketchup bottle has been fueled by my Dad’s child rearing. “Turn that off, Letitia Ann!” was a common phrase yelled through the house growing up. I hated it. It made me feel like we were poor. He repeatedly told me, “One day, you’ll say my Dad was right…” Well I guess I’m here and you were right, Dad. Funny enough, I think the whole world is starting to agree that my Dad was right. In fact, it is paradoxical to think we are poor because we don’t waste, when in actuality the only way we can avoid being poor is to not waste. Every little bit counts!
New Book--Cradle to Cradle