Letters, stories, extemporaneous cries after losing Steele: my intimate partner, best friend and business partner.
Dear Steele: I am coming to know joy in my quiet solitude and peace in God’s grace. I am humbled by your blessing and thankful for your love. As I seek wisdom in understanding your fortitude, I offer you my appreciation and gratitude, with perfect love and thanksgiving.
Dear Steele: Part of the problem of love is that we still think about it in terms of measurements, as if the formula for love were determined by figuring out the right amount of sugar or salt or lime or water to add to a fresh jug of natural juice puree. My father makes the best fruit juice, and we …
Dear Steele: I know you know this, but sometimes I forget, what people think about us has absolutely no bearing on our lives whatsoever unless we allow it to. I thought about this as I was sitting in the Miami airport observing the people walking by. I thought about the various times I had walked through those hallways wondering about …
Dear Steele: If you were here I wouldn’t need to worry about worrying. I wouldn’t need to worry about who to pick me up from the airport. I wouldn’t need to worry about finding a place to stay. I wouldn’t need to worry about how long I wanted to stay here for. I wouldn’t need to worry about all of …
Dear Steele: My state of wonder is a constant oscillation between thinking I am full of wisdom and full of shit. What would it be like to experience life in a constant state of euphoria, like a perpetual moment before an organism without the culmination? The Yogi from Sex and the City says that is what his celibacy is all …