Dear Kaja in 2029, I hope you remembered to take your meds this morning. If you don’t have to take them anymore, congrats! If not, I hope Zoloft is still treating you well-ish. We just moved out of our childhood home and it’s been . . . an adjustment. I hope you still remember it, or at least remembered to change your address to wherever you live now. Mom’s place was getting too crowded, and being the only sibling who knows how to drive, you moved in with your dad, in the middle-of-nowhere, Langley. I hope you eventually get used…
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I dreamed of becoming a professional tennis player when I was young. And no, I’m not a professional at this age, nor do I still compete at that level. But if I could go back and make a different decision…
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Growing up, I loved pulling out my mom’s photo albums and looking at her pictures. I loved seeing how she did her hair in the 80s and dressed in the 90s. I’ve been to places I don’t even remember, but…
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No longer living with my parents, I’m surprised that I haven’t yet moved past the concept of having “a room.” In my entire rented suite, only my room seems suited to holding my mass collection of life-relics. It’s surrounded by…
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