Even papers age and get wrinkles too. This week my 2025 journal arrived (a month late! Apparently even time can get delayed in customs). I'm already emotional about all that I will fill her with. All the feelings that made a home in my chest, all the secrets that hibernated beneath my tongue, all the memories that outlived their own ending, all the people who taught me to fly and watched me fall. I suspect on judgment day, God will pull out his ledger and I'll...