My older sister Cristin always kept a journal. Because of her, I wrote my way through my tweens and my teens, confessing my life to a diary with the name Virgil. Why Virgil?
I have absolutely no idea. I stopped writing to Dear Virgil when I went away to college and life shifted from the written word to the typed word. That meant I stopped recording my life in the writerly sense.
Last month my mum reminded me that I am thirty-something (in the same breath she also reminded me to take better care of my elbows). I'm a mama myself now. Raising Levi has made the sunny days long, the seasons fast. The milestones, big and small stones are fast piling up, and I have been chasing after those "stones" in a scatterbrained way: Instagram, Tumblr and Facebook. Those are all the awww moments.
So the camera Douglas gave