Ep. 269: The Emotional Burden Of Your Clutter

Send us Fan Mail There's a plastic bin in my basement that I have moved thirty-seven times. At least. I'm not exaggerating for effect. I could probably prove it if I tracked the number of times I've picked it up, looked at it, said "I need to deal with this," and then set it right back down in the exact same spot. Inside that bin are baby clothes. Not from my youngest, most are actually from my oldest. The onesies. The going-home outfit. A little hat that used to fit a head the size of a grap...