Memories

Jun 23, 2009
When I met Donald, he was sitting down at a table.  He was all legs and arms and long fingers.  He was stirring a coffee.  Ugh, I thought.  I hate coffee.  I wore a dress that day.  “That’s what I remember,” →MORE...

May 12, 2009
Like most dogs, Hank thrives on routine.  Donald and I try to be very consistent with him as a result.  Everything we do with him - from when he is fed to where he is tethered to the path of his →MORE...

May 11, 2009
That one little girl made all the difference in my life.  We grew up together and so I have hundreds of memories of her, of us, tucked into the back of my brain.  Skipping hand-in-hand on the playground.  Making grand plans →MORE...

May 01, 2009
My very first camera was bright red and came from my grandmother.  It never saw a roll of film, so I cannot tell you whether or not it was any good, but I made hundreds of memories through that viewfinder.  I →MORE...

Apr 27, 2009
Shortly after I received my first paycheck at the age of 18, I decided that it was high time I purchased my first real bra. I’d worn bras for several years, of course, but my collection was almost entirely composed of →MORE...