I've been trying to clean out some old things. Yesterday, while doing some spring cleaning, I literally held a too-worn-out shirt, that I NEVER wear, from an ex's friend who I don't even talk to anymore and probably will never speak to ever again. I held that faded black cotten in my hands — and wondered if I should keep it. Reader, I did not. Objects cycle in and out of our lives, and often, we are choosing to let go of that old thing, and any memories attached to it. Then, what about the things we cling to no matter what? What about the things that we dutifully pack in boxes and ferry from apartment to apartment. What makes something a keepsake? What turns an object from a knicknack into something we know we are going to keep softly nestl...