Dear Sophia

A recent move unearthed a journal I started shortly after we lost Sophia. The first entry, assigned by our Buddhist/Carl Jung-loving, middle-aged, slightly crazy therapist, is a letter to Sophia. “Maybe writing her a letter will help ease the guilt,” she suggested. Three-and-a-half years later, I don’t remember if it helped with the guilt. ProbablyContinue reading “Dear Sophia”