So I’m writing this book — it’s a memoir. It’s a remembrance of a brief time in my past, but this time has tendrils that snake into my present — in wispy memories, in paper letters, maybe even in some slight form of relational PTSD. The book takes place in the late 1990’s, flashes forward into a brief interlude in the early 2000’s and culminates here, in the today. Crazy things are happening to help me write this book. Crazy... Read more