regrets
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Letting Go
Dear Mom, When you died, I went into your nightstand and, along with all the books you’d been reading, I took all your journals. All your handwritten notes. I am so like you. Almost every journal is unfinished. A few… Continue reading
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Making Amends
Dear Mom, In the middle of the night. After you fall asleep. I leave my bedroom. I lock my door from the outside with my fingernail. I tiptoe slowly, with a great amount of stealth, down the hallway. I can’t… Continue reading
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Before I Move Forward, One More Thing…
Dear Mom, Last week’s letter about compassion got me thinking about the ways in which we as a society tend to move on from the ugliness of our history. I’m pretty sure that many people would love to simply erase… Continue reading
Sober Letters to Mom 