My mother turned 70 the day after my birthday a few weeks ago. Part of her milestone birthday is to totally repaint the interior of her home and to purge as many unnecessary items as possible along the way. Mind you, her home is the same home in which I was raised from age one and in all those years it has never, ever been painted or re-decorated. After my Dad died suddenly when I was two and a half, she turned her attention to working and keeping our family together. How many people could say that over nearly 40 years their mother spent not one dime to fancy up their perpetually 1970s home and instead self-lessly spent every available cent on her daughters' educations and futures? Not that our home was unattractive. Quite the contrary. My mom has the knack for making everything feel clean, tidy, lovely and cozy. In all my years I was never ashamed to bring friends over to hang out in our home and Mom never mentioned her desire for upgrades or n...