I’m having a mini-reunion this week with five friends from my high school in St. George, Utah — pictured above, Robyn, Susan, Karin, Shannon, and Jandi. We haven’t all been together in one place in 20 years at least! It’s been such a treat to catch up, hear each other’s stories, and spend time together.

I keep noticing my brain lighting up when someone is telling a story and mentions the name of someone from high school that I haven’t heard since the 90’s — all of sudden I’ll experience a rush of images and associations; things and people and experiences I haven’t thought of since I was a teenager. So trippy!

We have two days together and we’re doing all the touristy things — Golden Gate Bridge, Fisherman’s Wharf, Cable Cars, Chinatown, SFMOMA, Ferry Building, Sausalito (if we have time), and we have tickets to see Hamilton tonight. Two of us have seen it, but it’s new to everyone else, and we’re all very much looking forward to it.

Totally different topic now: Do you remember the discussion we had about the son who was suing his parents for giving birth to him? And the idea that some people simply don’t enjoy being alive very much? I read two articles the other day that name that phenomenon — Passive Suicidal Ideation. (Trigger Warning: these links contains frank discussion about suicidal thoughts.) Here’s one article from Wit & Delight. And a similar article from The Outline.

I thought you might be interested in reading them. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts.