A memory box. We all have one. It might be a shoebox under your bed, or a plastic container in your closet. It may have sat in your basement or attic for years, out of sight but not completely forgotten. But it’s there. And when you open it—magic!
No two memory boxes are alike. One might contain photos from childhood, another memorabilia from college years. It may have your pins and awards from high school or a dried up corsage from prom. Maybe it contains your baby shoes and Kindergarten awards. Maybe it holds your sport trophies. They are all different, but they all have something in common. These are the boxes that, when you open them, transport you back to a place and time when you were your happiest, saddest, or maybe both. They bring back memories of a different you—younger, or stronger, or happier—a time or place that meant something special to you then, and now. Your memory box may even bring you back to the feeling of first love, or first heartbreak.
A memory box is what inspired me to write my latest novel, Finding Libbie. One day I opened a box of memories—not mine but someone else’s—and I actually felt the entire story of Finding Libbie wash over me in a matter of seconds. The memories in that box were strong and rich and heartbreaking. Just like my story.
No, the memories in the box were not Jack and Libbie’s story—not even close. But the feelings that arose from the contents of the box are what gave me the story. A story of a love so strong, yet lost too soon. A story of one women’s search for a happy ending.
Do you remember what’s in your memory box? Maybe it’s time to take it out, dust it off, open it, and feel all those magical feelings again.
Finding Libbie: A Novel
Coming September 6, 2016