on gifts, manners, and memory

The things we remember, and why.

I don’t know what to do with myself when I receive a gift.

I’m like a bad actor, standing on stage, unsure of where to put my hands. It’s an old and engrained thing; although I love giving gifts, getting them makes me incredibly self-conscious, and while I’ve tried to unpack why over the years, I could never quite put my finger on it. Recently, I landed…