Memories are life insurance policies for your brain. – Andra Watkins

I’m writing with jet lag. Who knows what this post will be? But maybe I’m writing it to remember how it felt to be back in England on my first day. I followed my friend Kate to work, and I’m sitting in the Guildford Cathedral refectory. I owe Jendi a billion things before I go offline, and I’m trying to get them done.

This morning, I was reflecting about the memories I’ve made in the UK. For someone who didn’t visit until my fortieth year, I’ve packed in a ton. I relayed one of my favorite memories to Kate on our way to working this morning.Continue Reading