The Memory Box

by Eva Lesko Natiello

It’s impossible to un-know a secret.

The thing about secrets is they’re mostly regrets, aren’t they? I mean, “good news” secrets aren’t really meant to be kept. Just the embarrassing, shameful kind.

I have no desire to wear my friends like charms on a bracelet. I have dear friends. We’re very close, too.

The closest I’m ever going to get to someone waiting on me is my programmable coffeemaker.

next batch of friends you don’t get to choose. Your kids do. Because they are the parents of your children’s friends.

I’m the architect of my destiny.

Secrets are likes knives. Aren’t they? While some are dull, others can do quite a bit of damage.