Dear Cierra and Spencer, You have seen me writing for long hours, perhaps never anticipating that I was writing to you, but I have been. First to me, and then to you. Now in the silent, empty hours of your long flights from home, I find comfort in telling you stories that life didn’t afford with all the dinners, deadlines, homework assignments, performances, and travel while you still lived at home. I’ve attempted to discover, first for myself and then […]
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