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PERSONAL ESSAYS
Letters to my Daughter: Dispatch from a Decade
An exercise in love and imperfection.
"I know one day the pangs of my 20’s will be far behind me and the encroaching threats of old age and death will appear far more daunting. So while I still have a mental grasp of this chapter of naivety, wreckage, and moxie… I want to look back on my wounds that have calloused over and remember if I had any good insights whilst I was bleeding out. Besides… I’m getting older… I feel my scotch-pickled brain going…. and if I don’t note it down now, how on earth will I remember the nuances of this formidable train wreck?"
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