Dear beautiful reader,

February was an intoxicating month— full of ups and down, and the unexpected potential of falling in love with someone I never thought I would. In that, though, they were many gifts: confronting the impact of my father wound and tracing the lineage of my own wounds.

I wasn’t focused on craft too much this month, but rather had something important and emotional to say. So I apologize if these read heavily as drafts. To be frank with you, I spent so much time crying, feeling, and processing. But sometimes I think rawness and simplicity can deliver far more wondrously than literary genius or technique. Take Bukowski, for example.

For that reason, I again am feeling a bit more reclusive this month, so I will leave it at that.

OH— however, on a more cheerful note, I am going to India for the first time in two weeks! My guy friend from India is getting married, and it is going to be an absolute, literal ball. I am sooo excited. The excursion begins in Dehradun then ends in Mumbai. If you have any recs, please email me. (And even if you don’t, please email me lol.)

Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read pieces of my heart.
With love,
Amy

Daddy Issues Part I