Post a photo of yourself from before age 10. Write about what you remember of the day the photo was taken. It may not be a full story—it may just be flashes of event and emotion—but tap into the child you were as much as you can.


I don’t remember anything about this.

My mother had captioned it “Two Geniuses in Conversation.”  I had stolen it off her vanity when I left California over a decade ago, and I stuck it in my jewellery box.  If she noticed that I made off with it, she never said anything.

This picture hangs above my desk in my home office.  Which, admittedly, is just a nook off my kitchen where my desk resides.  Which, in Manhattan, qualifies as a “home office.”

What I have found over the past few months is that the reminders of moments we don’t recall very well at all can be the mementos that sustain us the most.

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