The treasures we’d never leave behind. The mighty, yet mundane, tokens of a life well lived that we carry with us so that when you’re holding it, even for a brief moment, you can close your eyes and see them sitting beside you.
At the beginning of my career, I was working as a marketing assistant and during a lunch break the conversation turned to that age old 20-something musing, what do you want to be when you grow up? For as long as I can remember I had a very clear picture of what that was. But like most young women looking to break into producing, it…