Dear 31,

Dear 31, Your predecessor haunted me. It followed me for months: 3-0 three oh 30 thirty. It screamed at me from writing homework – reflections and recollections and every single unanswered everything in my real life or fake life or would-be life or could-be life or should-be life or might-be life; it deafened me to […]

The Nostalgic Hoarder

That’s me. The nostalgic hoarder. With all of my talk of simplifying, and my blogged endeavors at letting go, there remains one area where I am/was ¬†woefully cluttered. ‘My Memories’ I’ve called them, as my husband and I¬† moved them from Colorado Springs to Boulder to Fargo to Moorhead and back to Fargo. ‘Make sure […]