Last year, David Perez gave me an autobiography box as a gift. For Christmas, I guess, but who cares- a really awesome gift from a talented writer and very close friend.  The best present I could give him in return is a little progress on my story. I have to keep writing. It’s a gift to myself, really. The box, a kit with cards and prompts and questions to answer came beautifully wrapped with a note: Elaine- Because you cannot stop. Love, David If anything has stuck with me this year, it’s that note. Other things have stuck as well. A well in my stomach that keeps receiving pennies. The beginning of independence. Confusion, doubt, awe. Sheer amazement. Simple joy.  All the experiences I’ve had this year as varied as the calluses on my hands from hot water and pool cues. Papercuts and bitten cuticles deserve their origin stories.