Nostalgia.
My sister, Erika. The front steps on Second Street. So many memories.
I don’t drive by the house we grew up in very often, but every time I do I am flooded with memories. She was my best friend then, and is one of my best friends now. There isn’t a single childhood memory I have that she doesn’t have some part in.
Nature Girl. Mom. Wife. Friend. Photographer. Sewer. Crafter. Artist.
To borrow a phrase – “Yeet Ye Riche”