Back in 2012, I wrote a Dear John letter to the brothers. My relationships with the Johns in my life were (and will always be I suppose) evolving, transitioning, ending. I'm a stubborn one, but my ideas and opinions evolve, transition, end too. So it is with the Dear John letter. I realized the change [...]
how much can we love them before we armor ourselves against the rocks they will duck, dive, and still not miss; can we give them enough to share and if we do how do we assure that it does not meet the folly of a fickle hand that claims it suspicious, unlikely, and without merit?