Thinking Out Loud
Dear Abi, As fate would have it, I am back to writing a letter almost 5 years from the day I last drafted one around this time of the year. 2018 seems light years away especially considering the pandemic that hit us in 2020 which seemed to have distorted our sense of time – story…
Dear Abi, An ex-lover once asked me a question that I still struggle to answer. How do you want to be loved? It feels like the answer should come easy to me but it doesn’t. Everything I tell myself, or others, does not seem to convey the depth of what I want to say. Growing…
Dear Abi, I hope this missive finds you well and in good spirit after Valentine’s day. I’ll get straight into it. Is there a way to write/talk about about being a nice guy without sounding pretentious? The nice guy notion is something I’ve been struggling with for a while now, both in it’s implicit and explicit sense….
Dear Abi, In the summer of 1979, President Carter gave an address to the American people about a fundamental threat to their democracy. It wasn’t the economy or other world powers but what he termed as “a crisis of confidence”. This crisis was manifested in the growing doubt about the meaning of American lives and…
Dear Abi, Hope you’ve been well and started the year on a positive note. I’ve struggled to pen this missive over the past few days, attributing that to either the complexity of the subject or the difficulty I currently face trying to write of late – known in some quarters as writer’s block. Self-expression through…
Dear Abi, I’ve been struggling to write this letter, over the past week, as the words don’t seem to make it from my heart to the screen anymore. It’s like every time I sit down to write, a dark fog clouds the clarity of my thoughts and whatever’s written doesn’t convey the truth of what…
Dear Abi, I am fighting the urge to start this with an apology because I know you would hate that. As you say, guilt is an unnecessary burden and one should never apologize for moving on. Each person’s path leads them to where they’re suppose to be and sometimes that path leads us away from those…
Dear Abi, Friendships are a fragile thing. The foundations might be made of stone but a bigger percentage of the house is just made of glass and wood. How easy it seems to break or set this house on fire. They might have the allure of a bush of roses but in there lies some sharp…
Dear Abi, Somewhere at the end of John Legend’s Evolver I found a song. One of those whose lyrics speak to your soul like only it would. Like the artist passed through a crossroad, that you now share, and the moment became perfectly captured in the song. Careful this time, broken promises linger in our…
Dear Abi, Sometimes I drop into a deep abyss of darkness, caught in a mental whirlpool where for those few seconds I can’t see the future and all but forget the past. But the present is like the dark side of the moon. Some would call me bipolar, some would say moody but you always…