Nostalgia: A Cost/Benefit Analysis
I am one of those extremely lucky people who is graced with an old friend. A longtime friend. A friend who has known me from the pigtails -- to the dreads -- to appropriately adult hair -- to the hair coloring conundrums of the moment. A friend who remembers my fascination with Fisher Price "little people" and deep love for roller skates, who sat in the beater cars, offered kleenex in the wake of disastrous love affairs, celebrated victorious moments, made me laugh in the face of ordinary griefs. Nothing I do or say will ever surprise her, quite simply because she has seen it all. And, I like to think, vice versa. Lisa, my grandfather and I on a fall day long ago Last week, I was complaining about my life. Why so little of this? Why so much of that? Why so difficult? Blah blah blah. And my friend, my dear friend of these four decades, said, "You've got to stop it. You have to let it go." "Stop what?" I asked. She said, "