When I was a kid and old enough to go to the mall by myself, my father would give me his Jordan Marsh credit card and some cash before Christmas and send me to the Burlington Mall to do his Christmas shopping for my mother.
oh man, the guitar, your dad, shopping for him, his surprises, his note. his note! maybe i knew all these things, but hearing them fresh, love it. so much good here.
oh man, the guitar, your dad, shopping for him, his surprises, his note. his note! maybe i knew all these things, but hearing them fresh, love it. so much good here.
Thank you, friend. xoxo
So great, thank you for writing yet another powerful and resonating piece!!
thanks, Morgan xo
All of your details are flooding me with memories - especially Jean Nate!
That guitar - wow - but even more so that he was speaking to you in your language - poetry! So much more to say, K. I'll text the rest! xo
I didn't even think of it that way, and now I will. Love it. Thank you! xo