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Dear Son of Mine, You are a young man now. Still creative, still easy to cry when you brush against nostalgia, still angry and suffering. Only now we know it might be bipolar. “Bipolar”. What does that really mean? Is it just a bandaid diagnosis we slap on the knee… Continue Reading You are 16 going on Bipolar
Dear young man, I know you like me. I notice the way you look at me when I come in, the way your heavy eyelids raise to reveal the light in your blue blue eyes, and how they send sparkles my way. You must know you are much much too… Continue Reading A Letter to Convenience Store Guy
Dear Shirty McShirty, Was it only yesterday that I met you? Is it a dream that I once fancied fantasies of becoming the perfect, serene and infinitely organized counterpart to your beautiful madness? No. It wasn’t just yesterday. It was more than a year ago. Funny thing, time. It was,… Continue Reading Letter to a Man
Nick
Dear God, It’s me again. I know I can be a pest but I’m confused about some things. I’m hoping you’ll write back, just this once, to clear these things up. I’m not happy and you and I both know it, yet you’ve seen fit to hand me a situation… Continue Reading Dear God, It’s Me, Velvet Verbosity
