I keep a lot of paper. Bills, bank statements, adorable drawings of cats circa age four, school projects and handwritten notes from friends. I keep that paper under the bed, crammed in desk drawers, inside books and yesterday I found a postcard in a DVD case.
It’s ugly, it’s everywhere. I have visions of myself, a 60-something woman found suffocated in a pile of clothing swing tags and take away menus. So I bought an expanding file!
This is Julia, being grown up.