Posted by Loulou on Apr 12, 2013 | 3 comments

(Anne planting a kiss in Rome)   I have memories of being out the wilds after someone dumped me somewhere, and frankly, I don’t relish stirring up those flashes of feeling cold and abandoned and know knowing where to sleep or how to eat. Humans have bad memories, too, sometimes but every now and then, there’s a sweet little memory that...