I knew that the treasures stored away in the family attic were hardly without webs, and critters, and dust… perhaps that’s putting it nicely. The thing about the treasures in the attic, is that they aren't all just physical dust and decay. Some of these things hold memories of their own and have lived many years to tell a story.

The longer I’ve navigated the world, it seems the majority of people would rather stay silent than risk a little feather ruffling. Perhaps it is more of a spectrum than two poles, but being more in the “okay with confrontation” personality types, I’ve struggled for years over why so many shy away from it.

It was a particularly bad Tuesday, the start of a buzzing full week following many weeks of holidays and time off. A full moon, to boot, so the phones were ringing and the needs were coming in seemingly without a second thought. My dog had a scary incident that landed us in the emergency vet, leaving with little reassurance but not much of a diagnosis.