The Importance of Play.

In elementary school, my best friend and I would create plays to perform atop a platform next to her backyard pool. We’d take turns performing, and after each skit, we’d strike a pose and jump into the pool. We instinctively switched partners, set time limits, and suggested different scenarios to act out. When we emerged …

Joy.

I often go back to this one, vivid memory of fourth grade. The memory exists in my body, not my mind. The memory itself makes me smile, but it’s more than that. I return to it as an example of untainted, pure, simple joy. The pieces of it, the feeling of it bring me back …

Time Travel.

Nostalgia’s been whispering to me a lot lately. Her sweet smells spark memories from years past that I can’t quite put my finger on for several minutes. When I finally do, a subtle smile forms on my lips, and I feel my eyes start to sparkle with secrecy. It’s just me and my memory – …