Planned forgetfulness
THE POSTSCRIPT, Carrie Classon
I do a funny thing in the middle of June. I try to celebrate the summer solstice.
I don’t do anything particularly romantic. If you have visions of me leaping over bonfire flames or dancing around a maypole wearing a flower crown or attempting to contact my inner goddess, you would be disappointed.
All I do is try to remember some of what I’ve forgotten.


