“Should’ve been a cheearleader…” “Should’ve studied abroad…” “Shouldn’t’ve ever worn the atomic bomb abomination that were Gap parachute pants…” Nostaligia and regret go hand in hand when I reflect on my childhood and teen years. And today, as I sweep through the interactive plate of social-net spaghetti with my brain fork, I’ve come across a few worthy meat balls to add to this remorse list regarding my formative years. I’m.. Read More