The whole class made these in first grade from our class pictures. My mother hangs it on the tree every year—she says it’s one of her favorite Christmas ornaments.

He keeps my high school portrait framed on his nightstand.

He keeps my high school portrait framed on his nightstand.

Before he was the dad blasting music at school drop-off, he was just a kid building a vision from scratch.

I still remember the pain of doing my hair that day.

I was sick, wearing a homemade dress and a bow the size of my head — because no bow, no go.

Ah, the 1950s: when your hair was styled with a "Butch Stick" and a dream.