Letter to my dad, but not my father figure.

Dear Dad,
I am awake and heading into town. You were right about writing early. Beautiful thoughts are filling my head this morning, giving me sway to write (now I am not so sure they are beautiful, but it feels good to have them in my head). It would be nice to see you, even if [...]

Letter to a Friend

Dear Wes,
Being in LA always makes me want to write, and since the last thing you said to me as I walked out the door was “write me a letter” I am addressing these scattered thoughts to you.
Riding a bus over a long distance is always interesting to me, even if I spend most of [...]