Compendium (return)


Here, you will find – exclusively – my humble compendium of letters. These are the correspondence I have maintained with my family. I submit them to your review for reasons I do not understand.

Forgive such musings as here follow. They are merely awkward attempts to understand a reality which eludes language. And, now they are yours.

9.05.2007

My Child Comma

My Child, you were conceived at halftime of last year's Rose Bowl. Since then, Michigan has forgotten how to play football. Which means, you are Anathema to the maze and blue elect of almighty God.

You are cursed.

It saddens me, but it is true.

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