Today's 100 words:
I need to do something scary today. I don't want to do it; I don't want to subject myself to the flood of emotion sure to hit as I open the door to the crawl space, but it's time to sort through my five-year-old son's baby clothes and pass some along to my friend's new baby. I want to help my friend--there's no question about that--but it's hard for me to give away my child's possessions. The idea of not owning them anymore breaks my heart. I keep trying to remind myself that they're just things.