Goddess of Memory Necklace
The past few days I've been going through storage to gather archived research material for the summer. What's struck me most about it is how alien it all seems. Hundreds of pages of notes on paper; letters; massive amounts of photocopied text; cut-out collages from magazines--most of which has disappeared over the last decade+ as I relied more and more on the computer.
Most surprising about this former self, however, is that I apparently was a 73 woman from Milwaukee named Gertrude. Apparently this whole professor/guy identity emerged after my husband's fatal bowling accident.
Who knew?

