Decluttering

Every progress report my two grown children ever brought home from school, kindergarten through twelfth grade. Newspaper articles listing  students who made the honor roll. Forty-year-old resumes. Texts from every CPE course I’ve taken for the past fifteen years. Old financial records.  Lots and lots of financial records. Computer diskettes containing God only knows what.  I haven’t had a computer equipped to look at them in years. Every piece of artwork my children ever did. My dad’s old financial records.  He has been dead since 2008. Stacks of old mail that belonged to that same dad. Really ugly paintings from an art class I took six years ago. Many small stuffed Santas, elves and reindeer given to my children when they were little and unused...