At night, we write love letters, and I draw pictures of her as a mermaid: “Oh, to be a mermaid fair, sitting alone, combing her hair, with a comb of pearl and her little girl”. In the morning, she leaves me lunches and love notes: “You love canned pears and I love you”. One lunchtime I come home to find my standard sandwich (peanut butter and jelly ( Read more... )