Something happens to me in the Spring. Maybe it’s because it’s my birthday season, but I start to feel crowded and aware of all the memories junk memories laying around. I mainly write at the kitchen table with stacks of stuff around me. Notebooks, books, balloons, Monopoly money. (The product links in this post are Amazon affiliate links, I make a small commission if you make a US or UK purchase through them. Read my disclosure here.) Last week, I came…
