With sunshine abundant and the temperature topping off at 79 degrees, today was the perfect day for a drive. It was also the perfect day for having rosé on a patio, but in the interest of being studious, the slow life would have to wait. I gassed up Thackeray (yes, I’m one of a car namer), pressed shuffle on my Spotify playlist, and took to the streets.
All in the name of research. I recently put my short story collection on pause in order to write a memoir about growing up in the 80s and early 90s. This project has been germinating for several years but for many reasons I won’t bore you with now (but certainly will later), I finally feel I’m ready to write it. After completing my first chapter the other day, I was flooded with memories of places and people from my childhood. But the details were buried beneath 30 years of brain dust. If I hoped to recall my past with enough clarity to write about it, I needed to see it.