"For my part, I have accepted that there is no love worth the name that is without responsibility."
- Fenton Johnson Someone said that a writer should know their audience. There was another who said that you should write about what you know. These frozen fingers that clumsily dribble thoughts, creating the always imperfect product of perfect ideas, scrawl out the product of that one event that unites humanity: loss. Loss: the absence that has attempted to define me for 13 years and to which I have responded with ego, rage, dependence, and cynicism. So, again I find myself ejecting my annual confession into the ether, my yearly ac...