I have trouble finishing books. I have troubling keeping up blogs. It’s an attention-span thing. I hope to keep this one around because it’s the most genuine blog I’ve written that’s still OK for public consumption.

I just came across another blog from about 10 years ago that wasn’t intended for the greater world. The theme was short, honest letters to people I loved, hated or both. Cathartic writing. Some of the posts have a special place in my heart, can’t let them go to waste. So, in an ongoing series, I’ll present them here.