Dear, The memory of it came when I inhaled the fumes from the car in front of me at the red light. I'm not sure what it was about that smell that delivered me to the time that I sat up in my bed holding you against my ear waiting to tell you what I feared. …

I am not a convenience

Oh where do I start? I suppose just like anything else I'm going to have to dive right in and just bare it all. It's what I'm best at and it's really the only way I know how to write...bare bones and ugly. I'm the ugly crier. I've never had the single perfect tear stroll …