Sleepless Gen Xers: Meet Me at the Mall

Stacey Curran
Nov 5 · 4 min read

Forget other insomnia cures. Remember the mall.

I have found a cure for insomnia. It will likely only work for people born in the late 1960s through the mid 1970s, because it requires having spent hours of your life in a slowly-disappearing locale: the one-story indoor mall. When I can’t fall asleep at night, I close my eyes, and I visualize the magnificence of my favorite long-demolished mall. I envision opening the door and walking in. I begin to mentally pass the stores. If all goes well, I fall asleep well before I have to…

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Stacey Curran

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Teacher, reader, writer, slow runner. Prematurely retired journalist; a long-time-ago winner of two New England Press Association Awards.

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