Tattoo Memory — Summer of ‘91

A tattoo memory is the kind that stays imprinted on the soul. It is a mysterious marvel how a mere few hours, or days, over the course of an entire lifetime can stay so close to the heart.

In 1991, my best friend, Steven, left California to spend three weeks with me during a humid Iowa summer. Before my family moved to the Midwest to be part of a Transcendental Meditation (TM) commune, we lived among the idyllic…