While visiting Dad and Anne for Dad’s birthday, I spotted a basket of Polaroids, kind of electric in the corner. ‘Oooh, photos!’ I said. Now. I have always known that nostalgia is an actual condition. I embrace it. I use the ache for old times to spur me on every day. My past helps me live in the present. I’ve been feeling particularly nostalgic recently, more than the sparks that happen all the time, anyway. Sitting there on Monday morning,…
I spent all day Saturday looking for a particular piece I wrote on September 11th, 2001. I couldn’t find it, but in the search I found all my old journals and other writing that goes back pretty far. Some things are the same. A lot is different. I want to give that kid/younger twenty-something a hug, and tell her to stop worrying. We’re not in Back to the Future, so I can’t. But I can do this: Dear you, Relax. …
