My locket always reminds me to grab my cane. But I don’t always remember to wear my locket. When my friend Emily first gave it to me last summer, in memory of a crazy, divine experience , I wore it a lot, and I carried my cane a fair amount. But over time, I’ve come up with all kinds of excuses not to wear my locket. None of them good ones.
What if it falls off my neck, and I lose it? What if it doesn’t go with my sweatpants? What if I become the weird locket girl who doesn’t even shower without it? Continue reading “Free”