A friend of mine shared this article from the New York Times today on writing angry letters, and how many well-known people from history (Abe Lincoln, Harry S. Truman, etc) used to take it upon themselves to write “hot letters” (letters that remained unsent). The purpose behind the letters is simple: for one, they are a…
I didn’t have time to write the post that I wanted to today – instead here’s one that I pulled out of the draft archives and dusted off, just for you! Originally penned July 4, 2012 “Being with you makes sense – it’s like, I finally know how things work. I feel like I could…
I haven’t done a “Things Unsaid” entry in quite a while, and I found this one today while going through drafts of old posts, looking for one to clean up and share with you all. I’m not really sure anymore, what exactly I was lamenting at the time I originally wrote it – but boy can…
Find out more about the “Things I’ve Left Unsaid” series here: F.A.Q. It’s a strange and liberating moment in life when you realize the reason the answer was always “no” was because you needed to ask a different question.
I don’t gossip…I just like information.
Going back into the archives a little bit for this one – Originally penned July 22, 2012 “Targets don’t move. Aim does.”
If all the life’s a stage, then where the hell is my understudy?
You always said It’s A Wonderful Life was your favorite movie. And that you often felt like George Bailey did in the beginning. Like nothing you did ever mattered. I wish the universe had sent you a Clarence Oddbody, a guardian angel, to come and show you how much we all really needed you. I’m…
A year ago this month, I stood in the airport with his parents, holding back tears as I watched him walk away from me, through the gate towards his awaiting plane. It would be okay though, 8 months really wasn’t long to wait. We would write, he said. And there was Christmas to look forward…
Spent hours today, writing letter after letter. Ones I know I’ll never send. How do so many people go through life without communicating? For me, there are too many words.
The Hand-Written Life 