Dear best friend

Dear best friend,

Good morning, or good afternoon, which I know it’s afternoon for you.

I wrote this piece on my Jewish identity and generational trauma I hope when you’re free to read it, you enjoy it. I miss our collaborations; I really miss reading your work and your stories. I’m getting so damn sick of this.

I am so close to the end, it’s like a crazy nightmare finally coming to an end.

Thank you for everything you’ve done and continue to do.

Everything you’ve seen and the last thing you commented on, was real. I must write a tell-all about my experiences so others don’t make the same mistakes of staying in this dark Raven catastrophe of a sick relationship that I’ve had to endure for way too long. It’s expiration date was so long ago, and carting along a decaying and rotting corpse of a relationship is utterly insane and exhausting.

I wish you only the best and happy thoughts.

Love, your best friend