Dearest Rachel – There’s not much to tell you about today (although at this hour of the morning, would you expect there to be?), aside from what for me was a fairly unusual dream, in that I had no part in it, save as an observer of what might as well have been a theatricalContinue reading “Like Crabs in a Bucket”
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A Touch Of (and For) Distress
Dearest Rachel – In fairness, you were never much for cuddling, to speak of. In your mind, you had no desire to be treated like a teddy bear or a hugging pillow, and with that in mind, you chose to give me my space in turn, especially at night (assuming, not incorrectly, that such constantContinue reading “A Touch Of (and For) Distress”
Letters to Rachel 