I WAS EXCITED the day the Dumpster arrived. Winter was over, and I was ready for action. What better to do, then, but purge my home of 20 years’ worth of forgotten, useless, piled-up stuff?
I persuaded my family to pitch in with the promise that it would be cathartic. Intrigued, they trucked everything that couldn’t be donated or recycled outside, and we took turns hurling things into the Dumpster. Out with my father’s defunct files—thud! Out with my mother’s second-best set of dishes—36 small explosions! Out with broken chairs, brooms, cookware. I tossed in my college boyfriend’s three-piece powder blue suit and then the rusty trunk it had been stuffed in. Anastasia ditched eight pairs of ripped sneakers. Rowan took a moment to say good-bye to a cracked toy…