Go find the card.
The one your little one scribbled for your birthday. The ticket from that concert. The photo you swore you'd hang onto. You know you kept them, so you check the kitchen drawer, the bag you carried that spring, the box in the closet. "I've been tossing it into one shoebox or other," one woman wrote in a comment in October. Nothing is wrong with how you keep things. They just never had a home. This is one.

