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Sometimes I write when I have something fun to share or a memory I want to remember. Other times, like today, I write because my body compels me to write. I am functionally and mentally useless until my words pour out and I click publish. It’s been a week where I have felt very much …

In 1987, I was 9-years old. My sisters were just finishing high school and I had access to the best of the best of 80s culture, from movies to music to impossibly big hair. I don’t think I am alone in my love for the 80s even if I wasn’t exactly the typical angsty teen …