Dear S & Dear B

Dear S, I spent the last few hours rereading your letters. I have them bundled together and bound with silver string in the back of a desk drawer. They’ve followed me to a house and three apartments since we lost touch. By the time your mother called to tell me you died, we hadn’t spokenContinue reading “Dear S & Dear B”

Dear M,

I like getting postcards from your travels. I hope you find what you’re looking for. I wish what you were looking for was me but know it isn’t, no matter how much I want it to be. You can’t make someone love you. It’s not enough to tell them or show them if they don’tContinue reading “Dear M,”

Staircase Wit

That French expression—l’esprit d’escalier—has been knocking around my head lately. Maybe this is one reason to write—to say the thing you’re not quick enough to utter in the moment. I know I feel a day late and a dollar short most times I open my yap. I looked up the English equivalent and wit of theContinue reading “Staircase Wit”