Carrier

Correspondent

Old Letters

New Letters

Fri. Nov. 11, 2005 - 1:10 in the P.M.

It's not so much coddling as it is wanting to sign over myself to be the pillowcase where your hair flows or your bated breath as you wait for the fridge light to flicker and the teeth-brushing sink to drizzle. All on the one day of the year that - for the one person whom - you allow yourself such superstitions.

Sincerely,
Previous & Next

p.s. When it rains...