Most of the time, our memory flows unevenly. Bits and pieces float to the surface, but most of it washes away in the tide.

But other days: it feels etched in stone. Everything is crystal clear; the sights, the sounds, the smells.

Yesterday was one of those days for me. I closed a chapter in DFW and opened a new one in NYC.

The best part of life is our collection of etches, and I look forward to those you will carve too!