Tag: memory

  • You don’t know who you are…

    Today is the day that kind of floats by every once in a while. Maybe once a year. I realize, out of nowhere, people from the past who I suddenly miss terribly. You don’t know who you are; and if you did, you’d be pretty surprised. A professor who I adored and looked up to……

  • Baby has its uses.

    In the last couple days, a blast from the dramatic past and I came into fairly close contact in yet a very distant manner. I realize how frustratingly vague that sounds, and I don’t care much to expand.  But what I am interested in is not that I avoided encountering the drama head-on, but what…