Category Archives: Dear Eddie

eddie’s garden

So. You know I haven’t been working in the breezeway so what has this unemployed girl been up to? Gettin’ dirty. The first shot is to show you approximately where this garden is – all the way in the back … Continue reading

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a letter to myself

Yesterday was one of the best days I’ve had this year. I was hired by a British production company to be a PA for the day while they worked on a documentary about the girls with tics from Leroy (serious … Continue reading

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Dear Eddie

Today is the last day of the year and my pain has been crippling me. I’ve spent most of the day in bed just not quite feeling like myself until I finally built up enough energy to take a shower. … Continue reading

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Dear Eddie

I feel so foolish. I didn’t even feel that sad today. Nothing spectacular happened that made me wish you were here. I spoke with a friend I hadn’t seen in a few months. Her dog passed recently, too. She had … Continue reading

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Dear Eddie

I haven’t written to you in a week and I’m sorry. I’m not sorry b/c I think you’ve missed my letters. I haven’t gone bananas – I understand that you aren’t here, don’t know how to use the internet and … Continue reading

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Dear Eddie

It’s hard for me to explain this without sounding like a lazy princess (which you and I both know is actually more accurate than most would think). I dropped crackers on the floor. I had to pick them up myself. … Continue reading

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Dear Eddie

I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. I went to the bank today to change my name on mine and Papa’s bank account (I know that doesn’t mean anything to you but it is pertinent information for the … Continue reading

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Dear Eddie

Papa cleaned your bowls last night. He cried. Trying to sleep is really hard, too. Love, Mama

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Dear Eddie

I don’t know how to start this other than to tell you that I miss you already. I never understood your nearly 6 year case of separation anxiety but now I get it. Papa and I are kind of going … Continue reading

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