Memory: comprised of the facts of our existence, the feelings of our existence and the narrative we construct of our experience that shapes and distorts those facts and feelings. It is wonderfully precious and notoriously elusive at times beautiful, joyous and sad.
Experience: the events that move into memory as well as shaping and moving us in the now, at its best it manifests as wisdom. At worst, it is the cruel blows of events out of our control suddenly and radically shaping our lives in new ways. And no matter what, they are always ours.
Place: Raised in the Deep South with a profound love for early Springs, Red Clay and the Boys in Gray, I now live in the capital of New England, dense and cosmopolitan with its own very different, yet fierce, sense of place. Allegiances often originate with a local square or neighborhood and express a deep parochialism, but enmeshed within the larger frames of the city.
