Laundromat Memoirs

Almost 20 years ago, I spent an evening every week at the local laundromat. The flickering 21 Min. Wash sign was a neon beacon amidst a sea of neglected asphalt. It was the place my best friend and I washed, dried and folded a weeks worth of tears, laughter, ideas, hopes and dreams. We solved our problems and the worlds’. The ugly was washed away and replaced with possibility.

We now live several states apart, are married and have children. We once believed owning a washer and dryer was a marker of success and happiness… It’s too bad, success and happiness can’t be purchased and installed.

We were young and fabulously naive.

So, Laundromat Memoirs is born. My own meandering adventures, thoughts, opinions and recipes. A collection of anecdotes, for an anonymous audience.