Nostalgia, A Cautionary Tale
by Emma Davey

I have an excellent memory. If I close my eyes, I can drop myself into a favorite kindergarten field trip or the way I would always eat Grandma’s-brand vanilla sandwich cookies before dance class. I remember the first time I saw Shrek, the first time I visited New York, and the leopard print outfit I wore during my seventh birthday party. That acute degree of recall means I spend more time than I care to admit ruminating on the past, my thoughts constantly rubber-banding between house things were and how they are now