Dear Tiffany, I know you wrote the letter. The only way you could beat my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself. Thank you. I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck. - Pat
I just read a book in 3 hours. Now this book isn’t going to change my life, or cause me to know myself better. But or three hours I was some where other than my bedroom and was hanging out with people I hadn’t known before. It feels good to finish a book and I am glad that I did tonight.
Don’t worry, son.
The letters feel silly to string together like that. We live in a world full of worry. Full of fear and failure. Silence and noise. Anger and wounds. The sort of wounds that can’t be placed in a cast or sewn back together. And I’m sorry you’ve collected more than a few. But…