I have a lot of baggage.
And not the kind that will ruin a relationship-unless you’re married to a minimalist-but the literal baggage that makes you a human pack mule.
Case in point: My freaking purse is huge, and growing in size and girth with each passing season.
I thought the invention and unveiling of the hobo purse several years ago was right up there with indoor plumbing.
The impetus for this co…