“I was talking with one of my donors a few days ago who was talking about how memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.”
2. Napping
Anne’s walls were not as Christmas as I imagined them to be. The green and reds were dark and reminded me of Tahoe in autumn—deep maroon and green—than they did of Christmas. They made her room feel wider and deeper than it was, the walls receding outwards in jet-lag induced…