Dear Dad, I wish you could follow my train of thought in this upcoming blog post. Instead, you are lost in your own thoughts, or lack thereof, in Juniper Village. I can imagine, and have seen, exactly what your life is like. But even you, a man of great imagination and recalcitrance, would be surprised…

Dear Hayley, Remember when we were little girls and it seemed like nothing bad ever happened? Yeah, there were cuts and bruises, and nightmares. But the Big Bad Stuff didn’t exist. And then slowly, out of nowhere, it started creeping in.  You threw up for the first time. Your guinea pig died.  Your best friend…

Dear Hayley, I got a new hair-do last week, and when I see myself now—-in mirrors and in pictures—I’m shocked by how much more I am looking like my father. My eyelids are getting droopy (he actually had surgery because his eyelids interfered with his vision!). My jaw is getting more pronounced. My skin is…