Deborah would have turned 58 on July 31st, which came on a Saturday this year. That morning, before we held a celebratory Zoom, I made a playlist of the songs we listened to together in 1990. It was a way to help me write a chapter for the memory book the boys and Van—Deborah’s boyfriend before we were married and husband after—are assembling. I’ve never made a playlist on the basis of something that happened, as opposed to some thematic commonality that made sense in the moment. This is not to suggest that I don’t
Monday, August 16 2021
Monday, August 16 2021
Monday, August 16 2021
Deborah would have turned 58 on July 31st, which came on a Saturday this year. That morning, before we held a celebratory Zoom, I made a playlist of the songs we listened to together in 1990. It was a way to help me write a chapter for the memory book the boys and Van—Deborah’s boyfriend before we were married and husband after—are assembling. I’ve never made a playlist on the basis of something that happened, as opposed to some thematic commonality that made sense in the moment. This is not to suggest that I don’t