When the bus dropped me off, I checked the mail for my grandma as I always did. In the stack, there was a letter for me, which felt odd and exciting. Letters don’t come often for most sixteen-year-olds. It was… Continue Reading
Dear— At breakfast, Mom isn’t around so Uncle Maurice puts butter on a pop-tart for me, then walks me to school holding my hand. His hand isn’t like Dad’s. It doesn’t fit right, all sweaty and at different angles. There… Continue Reading
Dear Mrs. Claus, You may wonder why I’m writing to you instead of Mr. Claus. After all, I am the father of a beautiful two-and-a-half-year-old girl, Adrienne, so surely I must have a Christmas list that stretches miles long: Elsa… Continue Reading
His cheque arrived in the mail this morning. Punctual. The way it is every six months. A note folded inside it that just says: I’m sorry. I stand by the letterbox, staring at it a while, blinking back tears, remembering.… Continue Reading