20 years ago, I probably rang in the New Year with Prince’s 1983 hit, Party Like It’s 1999. It would be a long time till I’d feel like partying, again. In 1999, my daughter was in middle school. Columbine happened. It was far away, in another state, but we were still capable of feeling shock, […]
…sense memories niggling at the back of your brain like caramel corn and candy apples, or mulled cider simmering on the stovetop. Or that one overused autumn trope that deserves to find its face on a red Solo cup.