I began writing down good memories I had of my childhood for my mother’s birthday. Within an hour or two, I had written my way through half a stack of index cards. I didn’t get past the age of twelve because there were SO MANY good memories writer’s cramp set in. I bundled these good memories into a Vera Bradley cosmetic bag and gave them to my mother for her birthday. She said she is going to read one a day, and was very pleased with the good thoughts. Over the next few weeks I’ll get out my Sharpie pens, gather a few more index cards, and begin to write about year number thirteen and so on.