The summer of 1985. Your penchant for detailed memories along with the easy flow of your sentences transports us, your readers, back to this time with you. Housed in the experience of being an 80’s teenager, riding the ripples of adult drama, filling out the contours of our own adult personalities and discovering the aloneness of our human experience even when living in cramped conditions. I met you a few years down the road from this age, me straight from suburbia, you still smelling of river water and forest green. I love your courage to return and revisit your younger self to help inform the who you are today - I greatly enjoyed hopping into the back of the pick up truck and joining you on the journey to the cabin and felt the relief/sadness of the Greyhound bus returning you home
I really enjoyed this deep dive back into the past, Heather. I love articles like this and I'm continously blown away by your masterful use of words!
Thank you Leah! Your encouragement inspires me to keep writing and sharing it here.
Thanks Molly 💚
The summer of 1985. Your penchant for detailed memories along with the easy flow of your sentences transports us, your readers, back to this time with you. Housed in the experience of being an 80’s teenager, riding the ripples of adult drama, filling out the contours of our own adult personalities and discovering the aloneness of our human experience even when living in cramped conditions. I met you a few years down the road from this age, me straight from suburbia, you still smelling of river water and forest green. I love your courage to return and revisit your younger self to help inform the who you are today - I greatly enjoyed hopping into the back of the pick up truck and joining you on the journey to the cabin and felt the relief/sadness of the Greyhound bus returning you home