Tuesday, September 8, 2009

To a friend, grieving

8th September, 2009

My friend,

I am in shock- your mother's obituary is in today's paper.

My heart goes out to you. I too have lost a parent - they take with them a piece of our hearts.

However, you will forgive me if I am somewhat confused -- "close" friends seems to indicate that you would at least have told me she was seriously ill in our last telephone conversation ten days before her death.

But then haven't I been reluctant to admit to myself that lately our only contact is when you need my "help" in the business of your life.

This realisation pains me even more than your mother's death.


Tuesday, September 1, 2009

A day at the movies

1st September, 2009

Dear R,

I am so sorry you could not join me for Julia & Julia on Sunday.

Fifteen people in the theatre.

Only one laughing out loud this time.

Guess who.



Tuesday, August 25, 2009

To a friend, visiting

25th August, 2009

Dear Houseguest,

The cats and dogs are permanent residents.

You are a visitor – one that we love very much, but it would not be wise to ask us to choose between you.

Enjoy your stay.


Thursday, August 20, 2009

To a friend, deceased

Ma Chere,

Your husband is in town. Amiable as always. Still a friend to all.

But what do we talk of now that you're gone? The child's antics are dreary for the most part. Golf interests me not at all.

I miss you.


Wednesday, August 19, 2009

And So It Begins

19th August, 2009

Ms. Pamela Skillings
Gotham Writers’ Workshop
New York, New York

Dear Pamela,

Here be the blog.

There is much to do. I am, first and foremost, in search of a photo/illustration.

The format is relaxed for the most part. Letters can be typed on to the blog as is being done here. Or letters can be created on stationery, photographed and then uploaded to the site.

Links to related sites, articles or items of interest will appear from time-to-time. Perhaps others in the house will sneak on to the computer and surprise me .

There are no rules. Whatever pleases me is allowed. It is the one place in my life that will not restrict, limit or censor -- and if it affords some amusement or pleasure to another, so much the better.

Along the way, it will, I hope, capture memories, good and bad, sarcastic and cheerful, wicked and humourous, mundane and delightful.

Yours Sincerely,