Childhood Through Rose-Tinted Car Windows

Kelsey and I had wildly different upbringings. She grew up in the same town her parents and grandparents grew up in. We can walk a few blocks and stop in to say hello to her cousin, her aunt, her second cousin. She is Quincy, born and bred, through and through. I’m a transplant (which madeContinue reading “Childhood Through Rose-Tinted Car Windows”