A few months ago, in an attempt to perform a smaller version of a “clean sweep” of our house (the pragmatic advice of that one Australian guy employed by TLC continuously rings in our ears) we unearthed an old Ziploc filled with mementos. Finally, after toting this around for years, the time has come to get rid of these stray bits. This means another of my many exercises in closure through nostalgia. So, the collected items were dumped into a handy box– –and then the process begun by pulling them out one by one. These are the first five items … Continue reading I just can’t find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read