“Just toss it!” is the rallying cry of these weeks. But some items we simply can’t bring ourselves to discard. 9 writers share
I’m juggling a stack of sweaters in my left arm as I reach to the back of the shelf when my paper towel dislodges an orange piece of construction paper pressed tightly against the wall of the closet. I pull the paper out and smile. Memories.
It’s a collage a seminary friend gave me before my wedding: the two of us, curled up with blankets and sucking our thumbs, pretending to sleep. Hoods pulled over our heads as we grimace, faces plastered to the glass doors of the porch on the third floor. Pretending to talk on the phone, faces intent, bananas lodged between our shoulder and ear. Yellow balloon letters proclaim her mazel tov message to me: YUP, JUST ABOUT READY FOR MARRIAGE.
Something you should know about me: By nature, I’m a sentimental packrat. I’ll save every ticket stub, card, letter. But my environment dictates otherwise.
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