A Letter to My Friends in Texas I’ve started and stopped this so many times. There’s no real way to write through a sorrow like this. I keep thinking of you, my friends, the families I’ve known for years — having
Dear Frank, Do you remember that party we went to where we played that “two truths and a lie” game? I threw in that in my 60’s I had lived in a pup tent on the beach for a short while,
Dear Daddy, It’s Father’s Day, and even though you’ve been gone a long time, and even though I didn’t get to know you in the way I wish I had, I wanted to write to you. After all these years, my
Hi Frank, Some stories are just too bizarre not to be true. Wait’ll I tell you this one! I was in my mid-20s, living alone for the first time in a bright, beautiful Dallas apartment, and loving my single life. I
Forgiveness is a holy act—but it’s not always tidy. For many of us, the struggle isn’t in the idea of forgiveness. It’s in what to do when the person who hurt us won’t acknowledge the truth, or when others pressure us