I remember...

Today in Sun Belt, we took down and disassembled our writing walls. In doing this, we were supposed to write down "I remember" statements about the artifacts on our wall, which were supposed to reflect "Who we have been and who we have become as writers."

I remember Coca Cola and Kettle Corn Popcorn at midnight with my best friend, who unfailingly mails me cards on random Tuesdays.

I remember reading with disbelief, "Your're smart," in the fancy script of my professor's grandiose handwriting.

I remember the frustration of putting meaning into shapes in my graphic design class as an undergrad. I also remember the night that Lauren (then) Taylor saved my life with her connections to people with mad computer skills.

I remember when pink was "my signature color."

I remember the mountains in Buena Vista, CO and the nights I spent sleeping on the porch outside.

I remember the last conversation I had with Grandaddy and Alma's words to me at his funeral.

I remember my grandmother greeting the visitors in her stocking feet.

I remember the moment I met Ruthie. I remember the dear friends who were there to support me. I remember how nervous my dad was.

I remember my mother's cooking–eclectic and intuitive.

I remember learning how to water ski. My grandaddy told me to pretend like I was sitting in a rocking chair. I used Snoopy skis.