In the bottom of my jewelry box — a yellowing note from my once-husband that came with a statue of a traveling Buddha that he gave me after we split.
It begins with a quote from Sheldon Kopp’s Guru:
Though solitude and communion are both necessary and do in part serve to renew the depth of one another, a man must decide for himself at which point to give up one for the other.
In the corner of a file folder holding my various diplomas — a transcript of my grades for the 1958 – 1959 college semesters. Suffice it to say that I was much less than a stellar student. But I could hold more beer than most of the guys I knew. Ah, those were the days.