You’ll probably never read this letter. And, if you do, you may not fully recall the circumstances that surrounded my…
My son called it “wrestling the ocean.” I liked that phrase from the first time he said it, while running…
This was a terrible idea. Why did he even suggest it in the first place? What was he thinking? These…
And so it starts. I made it 2 months without writing about you. That’s pretty good. I thought probably that…
She had a four-foot glamour shot hanging in her living room. Front and center. All the furniture was slightly tilted…
There’s 17 different projects I could be working on. Some urgent. A few I already know will make me pull…
How come I never know what the fuck to do around you. I wear sweatpants so I don’t look eager…
fuck you. That sounds harsh and I probably don’t mean it but all of a sudden I’m kind of hurting…
There’s a metaphor here that I can’t quite connect because it makes us both sound like losers. You were out…
i like you being here. I wish you hadn’t said that. I’ve thought about it for weeks now. I’ll be…