Dear Amy

You have given me a precious gift in agreeing to be reader of the letters I’ve been writing in my mind for the past 18 months.  As only you know, this is a very special project for me and holds a significance that I hope will resonate beyond my mortal existence. I no longer question…Read more »

The Truths Untold

This was a hard letter to write and it is long, rambling and has lots of typos. I’m itching to edit it and make it “prettier” but sometimes the truth is ugly. Dear Amy, One of my greatest fears all my life has been discovery – the fear that others will see me or who…Read more »

Marsha Marsha Marsha

Dear Amy, I’ve traded the white sands for the white mountains and have arrived in the Rocky Mountains for a few weeks. I have had this visit planned for quite a while and had planned while I am here, in addition to seeing my sister and her wife, to visit a friend I met last…Read more »

Hard Landings

Dear Amy, What do you get when you cross a dissociative woman with some unidentified vague sexual trauma history with xanax and an appointment with a colorectal surgeon? I don’t know. I don’t know what you get. Why? Because I heard my name called as I sat in the waiting room and the next thing…Read more »

Je suis un Ninja de les Vie

Okay. Okay….hold up. Cindan. What the fuck is this “ninja de les vie” nonsense? Are you high? Did you eat the special brownies at the superbowl party tonight? Cuz you’ll be embarrassed in the morning when you wake up and find out you were out here writing your fairytale bullshit again. Who the fuck are…Read more »

A Persistent Fellow

This goes out to that Persistent Fellow from Egypt – who is apparently bored and pants-less as well. May you remain naked. May your boredom be burned away and your persistence rewarded. And maybe that story I promised will be written for you someday. I’m sure it would be lovely one. Best wishes ~ Marie…Read more »

Curve Balls and Ice Cream

Dear Amy, My sister is flying in for a visit tomorrow and I really should be in bed, getting some rest and preparing for her visit. Instead I’m sitting on the couch feeling my ass go numb again. I spent the last three hours (THREE. HOURS.) drafting an email to a guy that has a…Read more »