Looking Back
I’m not breaking new ground here when I say that reviewing your own past is a curious endeavor that both makes you squirm with unadulterated mortification and pause with intrigued reflection. Last night, a friend and I thought it would be funny to scope out one of my very first diaries: a pink, locked little […]
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A Nip of Nostalgia
When I was a kid, my brother and I spent summers hunkered down in our maroon van with our parents, touring the country. My family is bit 1970s inclined in a variety of ways, from the paisley shirts my father still wears to the wood paneling in our home, and our means of traveling for […]
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