#17Summer and Shampoo

Things in Erin’s Head    It turns out, Dear Reader, that remembering a feeling is a little easier than recreating a feeling. If you read last week’s newsletter you know I have embarked on #17Summer to reintroduce into my life the feelings of love,...

The Summer I was Seventeen

Things in Erin’s Head    The summer I was seventeen… it was 1992… and it was quite possibly the best summer of my life. I was invincible. I had a car (it had a random secret compartment to store Zima). I had a job as an assistant underwriter at...