How I Remember It….

As anyone in my family, or close friends will attest, one of the things I can’t escape from is my memory. I remember everything. It’s a blessing and a curse. Vivid memories haunt me. Childhood feels an arms-length away at all times. And it was a roller-coaster. But I also suffer from golden-age thinking, where I sentimentalize the past. Which is why, this section is aptly titled, How I Remember It.

I”ve been working on writing a memoir of sorts, and I thought it was just a journal to begin with, and I’ve been writing it for over a year now. It turned into something else. And I want to share it here for anyone who wants to read it…