To Whom It May Concern–
These are letters responding to a voicemail I received from my estranged mom (Rose) soon after she entered a drug rehabilitation center over 10 years ago. They are long overdue.
These are letters to an addict. These could potentially become viewed as crude, brusque, and vivid. As I build my voice it will start in a stage that is monotonous, self-involved, and trivial most of the time. It’s all in attempts to stay congruent to the tone of my growing relationship I’m attempting to carry on with her (my mom).
I want to discover the similarities I have with her. I will express what I have learned from her and other people and events. I will share with her my views. I know I can do so without fear of losing the love that she has for me. A love that I know will forever remain unconditional.
I appreciate your time here very much.
P.S. A couple of years (and several posts) into writing this, I feel compelled to make some amendments to this introduction. This has largely become a venue for me to practice writing; for me to gain a more appropriate voice for sharing stories. Having focused so long on poetry, I have found myself constantly trying to use tropes and test my vocabulary. A good critique (my own inner monologue, if I do say so myself) would suggest I may appear to be pontificating, but I am simply remaining chaotic, curious, and—therefore—true to my nature. I enjoy learning about your perception (as well as my own) of me in my development right now. The commentary and/or support help alter my own understanding and mindset. Please always feel free to reach out and share anything you may want to make note of when reading these letters.