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Author: The Coxswain
Letters Unsent: Poppy
Dear Poppy,
I saw you at the bus stop today. You were wearing a fuchsia and pale pink dress that draped in all the right places, and some that were certainly unintentional. You had an oversized pink and peach floral scarf wrapped around your neck […]
Dads and Sports
An actual conversation:
Me: I don’t know how you are not watching the Royals right now, but in case you’re interested, it’s the top of the 8th, bases loaded, we just scored a run, and they’re changing pitchers […]
Singing for Sanity
Almost a year ago to the day, I gave my grandfather the last recording I would make for him. He died a little more than a month later, right before Thanksgiving. Grandpa must have heard me sing 5,000 songs, from the little ditties I wrote when I was a wee thing riding along on the […]
Letters Unsent: James
My dearest James,
I wrote you a letter. And then I tore it up. It was too much or too little or too something.
We talked so much. Too much. At that natural point when nonverbal communication should have taken over, we had limitations […]
Letters Unsent: Michael
Dear Michael,
I was sitting out on a patio listening to some newfound friends share their music when you came to me. A flash of an image accompanied by a fumbling guitar learning Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain. The tears came fast […]