"If a book has the wrong font or sleeve color I don't even know what to do with it, even if it's a favorite."
“I sobbed from somewhere that owned me. I had no more will but to attend to those sobs. There was nowhere to go now. I had no clout with myself. I managed small steps but every direction was bad. There was nothing forward. I was fatherless to the right, with no one as my eternal … Continue reading Excerpt – Dear Mr. You
I’ve always kept things. Notes that were passed to me in 5th grade, the lined notebook paper carefully folded into origami-like shapes. Birthday and report cards, movie and plane tickets. My family has kept things too. A sweet 50th-anniversary message on a Western Union telegram from 1942. My mom’s to-do list before my parents' wedding. And … Continue reading On Writing Again (Because of my 18-year-old grandpa)