In Defense Of Stuff
I went up into the attic the other day, and if attics could talk this one would tell you that as I climbed the stairs, I had this look on my face that told all the stuff up there that I meant business.I was armed with boxes and tape and heavy duty garbage bags and an idea that I was going to be the great equalizer between the past and the present.When you go and clean your attic, you do not come down the stairs the same person that strode up them, and that's because all that stuff up there is the physical representation of your life -of the years that have passed, of your million ...