Description:
"Why the hell is it called Washcloths?"
People think the title is random at first.
But washcloths are ordinary.
Most people don't think about them.
You grab one, clean up, move on.
That's kind of how this book works.
Most of the stories aren't huge dramatic moments. They're regular conversations, arguments, observations, disappointments, random thoughts in the shower-stuff that doesn't seem important until later.
And over time I started realizing a washcloth doesn't create dirt.
It just reveals what was already there.
Sometimes you scrub something and realize the dirt wasn't where you thought it was.
Sometimes you scrub too hard and realize the skin underneath was already irritated.
This book became me looking at old beliefs, relationships, ideas about women, men, family, respect, love... and seeing what held up once life rubbed against them.
Like a washcloth, this book doesn't create dirt; it reveals what was already there and asks what survives once old assumptions get scrubbed away.
The hope is that everyone leaves a little cleaner than they arrived.
