Notes: A Series

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

I am eternally grateful to my mom for many things, but most recently is her insistence that she store in her attic every scrap of artwork, cherished books, the commemorative keychains from junior prom, the Wild Pair box that housed the dried flowers and American flag bandana from my 10th grade boyfriend. But best of all were the notes -  an enormous stack of intricately folded and decorated notes from 1989-1993. Crammed into a Keds shoe box, they were written by and to me from friends whose faces I can no longer recall and some I spoke with as early as last week. 

I will be posting some highlights here. 


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