My Dearest T —

I am living my dream:

It’s very late, I am writing, Brahms is playing, the window’s open, I am happy.

(so, very, happy)

(some dream, huh?)

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I wrote you a letter but decided to toss it out.

(I didn’t.)

I may send it later.

I hope they don’t burden you, that is, if you even read them.

It’s just that, when I have something to tell, I want to tell you.

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(case in point)

I met with a student this week. She was writing an essay.

(Essays are really just letters.)

We discussed ideas for topics and she shared some personal struggles.

(I can’t say what exactly but close to things you’ve shared.)

Suddenly she began to cry — tears streamed down her face, which quickly became red, swollen.

I did what I could in the time I had.

(What a privilege to have her trust.)

I thought, if she were willing to, maybe I could help her use these emotions and experiences to write something not just compelling, but also transformative.

I thought, if nothing else, maybe through this essay, she might take the first step towards healing.

I have no idea how but I have found my place.

(what i love doing, what i do well, what the world needs)

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(afterwards)

I watched Uncle Buck, again.

I reallyyy love John Hughes.

(He gets it.)

His films always hit hard.

They’re understanding, gentle, funny, true…

For example,

—A lot of people hate this hat. It angers people, just the sight of it.

(^Me, exactly!)

You have to watch it.

(Watch just for the hats.)

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The oddest thing happened today:

I sat in my backyard, smoking a cigar, and a junebug kept circling me — really close, like, inches away.

I could feel the cool breeze of its wings on my skin, as from a handheld fan.

It seemed like it was trying to figure me out, trying to decide what to do with me.

(I get that a lot.)

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All my love (in a pork-pie hat),

— D

P.S.

Did you ever notice

that the best filmmakers have great taste in music?

and the best musicians have great taste in writing?

and the best writers have great taste in painting?

and the best painters … have great taste in women?

P.P.S.

Oh, listen to the Chopin: Préludes & Piano Sonata No. 2 by Martha Argerich.

(Holy Poop!)

P.P.P.S.

You know that song “Wrote for Luck”?

My song would be, “Wrote for Love”!

(lol)