this is perfectly wonderful. it took me back - and yes, I felt nostalgic for the months of email correspondence between Damon and me during our collaboration. there is something about emails (or writing letters) that allows an intimacy of thought not possible when one is face to face with someone. I so enjoyed this you guys. well done!
I was thinking of your emails with Damon as I was putting this together! (Logical, since that piece was just a week ago I think.) There’s something so magical about collaborating when two minds just click together. And you’re right, there’s that extra intimacy. It’s an extraordinary thing.
Seems I've been wallowing in nostalgia for the past few years. Each visit home is more a visit to graves, literal and figurative. Oddly, I couldn't find my parents', but maybe that's because I didn't want to. I'd rather resurrect them in stories. Writing is my cure for the slough of nostalgia that brings me down. Reliving through words, sharing those stories with others and reading their stories in the comments, is the strongest therapy ever. Thank you, Tonya, for your gift to me of Substack.
Such a beautiful exchange about current love & that wonderful ache of "saudade" for the past. I relate mightily to both. Life is so beautiful today just as it is, but I too long for the cherished highlights of childhood & vibe-y early adulthood. Same person, different lens on the world. But the other day Barry & I were alone with Jim (his fiancée Caitelin was with her folks), laughing warmly in the living room & I realized that (thanks, Carly Simon) "THESE are the good old days." What a beautiful epistolary (& actual) love story, you two.
this is perfectly wonderful. it took me back - and yes, I felt nostalgic for the months of email correspondence between Damon and me during our collaboration. there is something about emails (or writing letters) that allows an intimacy of thought not possible when one is face to face with someone. I so enjoyed this you guys. well done!
I was thinking of your emails with Damon as I was putting this together! (Logical, since that piece was just a week ago I think.) There’s something so magical about collaborating when two minds just click together. And you’re right, there’s that extra intimacy. It’s an extraordinary thing.
Seems I've been wallowing in nostalgia for the past few years. Each visit home is more a visit to graves, literal and figurative. Oddly, I couldn't find my parents', but maybe that's because I didn't want to. I'd rather resurrect them in stories. Writing is my cure for the slough of nostalgia that brings me down. Reliving through words, sharing those stories with others and reading their stories in the comments, is the strongest therapy ever. Thank you, Tonya, for your gift to me of Substack.
Thank you, Sue!
Such a beautiful exchange about current love & that wonderful ache of "saudade" for the past. I relate mightily to both. Life is so beautiful today just as it is, but I too long for the cherished highlights of childhood & vibe-y early adulthood. Same person, different lens on the world. But the other day Barry & I were alone with Jim (his fiancée Caitelin was with her folks), laughing warmly in the living room & I realized that (thanks, Carly Simon) "THESE are the good old days." What a beautiful epistolary (& actual) love story, you two.
Thanks so much, Ellen. Couldn’t agree more! These are the good old days.
🥰 how I feel reading these conversations via email.
That's how it felt to write it, too 🧡
Thank you, Pasqualina!