A Journal of Personal Essays
He shall cover you with his feathers, and under his wings shall you trust. His truth shall be your shield and buckler. — Psalm 94:10
Godspeed, Lynn, into your new life. I love you.
Evelyn Rose DeAngelis, my darling, my stringbean, she who is dew, who is gold, who is absolutely perfect, graduates from college tomorrow.
I wonder if there are any Jacks out there who have saved letters from me.
I stopped and looked at the huge plush doll [placed at the curb as if it were trash]. It seemed clean and not at all bedraggled, certainly no velveteen rabbit with its hair loved off and its eyes dropped out.
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