A letter to… little ideas

I had little idea, as I sat contemplating you on the small jet from Madrid to Biarritz, of the eternal influence you’d leave on me. Today, and every day since disbanding in Santiago, I have thought reverently of you. I’ve shed countless tears reviewing certain memories and burst into laughter at others, namely the numerous […]

A letter to… the woman I used to be

Dear Me! When I turned 40 in June 2013, I was told that “life begins at 40” at least forty times. Was this the initiating factor that sparked growth? Did it imprint a possibility for change on a cognitive level that I did not comprehend at that stage? Or is this a normal stage of […]

A letter to… a young man, forgiven

I am waiting for you to die.  Unfortunately, you are neither visibly sick nor terribly old, so I realize the wait will continue for some time. But I’m fine waiting as long as it takes. Your death will free me. Your dying will please me. Any suffering you may endure would not sweeten the event […]