Wind-up watch.
Memoir, Nostalgia
In second–maybe third–grade, I had a Strawberry Shortcake watch with a red leather strap. It was the first accessory I ever coveted. It was a wind-up watch, not a digital, ... Read more
Nostalgia
Sometimes just a scent can trigger this. Or an object or both. The trigger lures you and then suddenly there you are, bobbing down the hazy river of memory.
Skipping class
Nostalgia
I’m not sure how it started, exactly. One day I must have been walking to school and instead of turning left toward the tall gray concrete building, climbing the stairs ... Read more
Nostalgia is a funny thing.
Nostalgia, On writing
Summer is ripe for nostalgia. As children, upon the arrival of summer, we become suddenly free to choose. Choose our own books (in my case by the armload taken from ... Read more