Sharpening Memories

I refuse to live my life looking back. Regrets are not in my nature, as I truly believe--and as we learned this week, as long as you believe something hard enough, it is indeed a fact--that everything that has happened in my life has led me to become this person in this place. And I'm good with that.

Except---

Lately I have found myself wishing that I'd taken my grandfather's pencil sharpener after he passed away.

It was an old-fashioned rotary style pencil sharpener that was mounted to a wall o...