It’s one of those things that promises so much, but takes so little to become involved with; a book exchange. It’s not that different from those chain letters that used to surface decades ago, or those personal exchange campaigns (I remember one involving bottles of whisky). It’s a Facebook thing of late, and totally trusting […]

Unorganized, like my life, I have stacks and stacks of words piled high.    Hardcover notebooks and coil-bound scribblers with pages torn out or splattered with coffee, the cover crinkled or nonexistent, sticky notes peering out all over the place, their purpose no longer evident.    A mass of words; random thoughts, heartfelt prose, messages […]

Before the Dear, before the date, a letter is nothing more than a receptive, yet vacant, page. Nothing there except intention and will to communicate. All those thoughts, where you were, what you sought, a point of view, daily news, perhaps of no consequence to someone who was not there, and that may be the […]