Introduction

Memory, like most things, is selective.  We pick and choose that which we want to matter the most.  A song, a prayer, a scent, a smile, a word.  We tie and bind it all into a package called our lives.  And there we have it.  A seemingly insignificant moment to another can become how you choose to now define yourself.  Just…like….that….

There are thousands of people that have stampeded across my journey.  For moments, for days and for lifetimes.  Some I could tell you about in descriptive intimate detail - every facet of their being, every molecule of my moments with them, others, I can’t even remember their name or what they looked like.  There are those that pass through us and those that become us. Those that although 20 years have passed you can still remember their taste and in a moment you are home again inside of them. 

It is difficult to think of yourself as the unnamed, the unremembered but that is how the story has to be.  We cannot all be everything to everyone.  There are those that will think of us in the darkest hours of the strangest nights and there are those that can hardly remember our face.  There are two sides to every coin.  Those that we remember, and those that have forgotten us.  The in betweens don’t matter as much.  They are bylined articles - not the novel and we are each to one another and we cannot be ourselves without them.

And so the story begins, the beginning of me understanding the balance of each.