Monthly Archives: November 2016

  These last four installments of the series told me they’d prefer to be presented together.  (4) You were the fourth reason I went to Emerson. The first three were purely academic, and I honestly didn’t know you would be there until after I already got in. Plus they say college is where you findContinue reading “(4567)”

For my Uncle Vinny You never let us get away with not laughing for more than a few minutes at a time. Even if it was at the expense of you making an ass out of yourself. “Somebody has to,” you would say. You are why we are funny-the reason we learned how to make eachContinue reading “(3)”

If we ever found a way to travel back to our earliest thoughts-do you know what yours would look like? I remember seeing a picture of you at your mum’s house, you were probably only two, on the kitchen counter in the middle of five or so six packs of Budweiser. I wonder what youContinue reading “(2)”

Everyday, for the next week, I’ll be posting a new micro post in the second person. I guess I just really like you.      You never have a problem with trying the strange things I always want to try. Like hot yoga, which you knew I wouldn’t like, and I didn’t, or the time IContinue reading “Stories in the second person:a micro post series (1)”