This could easily have been one of those open letters. You know, those “letters” people are fond of posting on social media and on blogs or releasing to news websites. They’re addressed to one person but meant for all to see. This would have been an open letter to Marilee, my wife. In it, I would have been asking for her forgiveness and patience.
But I can barely get Marilee to listen to my bulls— these days, so she’s hardly in the mood to read it in an open letter. Frankly, that’s exactly what I’ve been offering lately: bulls—. READ MORE