When I moved out of my mother’s house for good, she packed up a box of my old things that she had kept under the stairs. My cheerleading jacket, my elementary school yearbooks, even my baby book made it into that box. Going through this box was like being transported back to childhood, to Sunday Pop Warner football games and third grade friendships; sleepovers and crushes. I loved …
New Year’s Resolutions – Let’s Keep a Journal for Once
When I moved out of my mother’s house for good, she packed up a box of my old things that she had kept under the stairs. My cheerleading jacket, my elementary school yearbooks, even my baby book made it into that box. Going through this box was like being transported back to childhood, to Sunday Pop Warner football games and third grade friendships; sleepovers and crushes. I loved …