Dear Uncle Eric,
I’ve talked to you a lot the past few years. Your picture hangs up above my electric junction box; my boyfriend and I split custody of your comic book collection.

Sometimes I flash back to those summers when I was kid when you’d walk up the street toward my grandmother’s house, sporting that toothy smile and that dingy Super…read more

Dear Droyer,

Wow. You have been on a RIDE. How you doing, kid? You hydrating? You should be. How’s the brain? Still beautiful but frustrating as all hell? Never works the way other people think it should? Good. That means it’s yours, and yours alone. And it’s good that other people don’t get it; you can’t expect random idiots gawking on the…read more