Category Archives: Open Letter

Smooth back my hair, I want to stay soft.

Posted on June 3, 2014 by elisabethwithaness

We took the canoe out on the pond last night. I had gotten off the bus just before Rosewood so I could walk down Belknap, our cross-fingers soon-to-be street. When I got to the pond, you were there already, as were several people on … Continue reading →

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Wasn’t made for these times?

Posted on December 10, 2013 by elisabethwithaness

My love, You asked for unfiltered… Here, the things I couldn’t say last night: I feel bitter. I feel brittle. Resentful. Jealous. Paranoid. Probably I feel afraid, but it’s harder to get to that base layer of afraid. Bitter, on … Continue reading →

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