For she had eyes

My darling daughter, As you might be this likewise, having characterised me, I must warn you of something. Whether we like it or not, it's very likely that many people will highly dislike us. Not for any good reason, mind you; but, simply because of some obscure label that has been attached onto us. I am... Continue Reading →

Avon Epistles

To my dearest daughter, I have yet to meet you or your mother — God willing I am blessed by such — yet until then, I write to you in a time of tremendous change for me. I am moving to the odd little town of Stratford-upon-Avon, to study Shakespeare for a year and receive my masters in... Continue Reading →

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