Discarding the Trappings
When the time comes, it should be easy: Dump your clothes at Goodwill, throw out the old mattress, recycle the chair, take home a few letters, a knickknack or two; you didn’t have much. But what happens to my memories? They’re not so easily dispatched: Your shining eyes as a gleeful two-year-old; at three, your delight, so cocky, parading your new hat; at four, your beaming face when your […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 