letters from camp boys

Dear Caitlin So here I sit on a dismal & dreary sunday afternoon in the woods. My parents and I came out to this small place on the lake, nestled in a corner with water and rocks all ’round. I run away to find my quiet spot, which I’ve found – and no one else … [Read more…]

grams about mom

Grams & Ed, A big hello with lots of love to both of you. I hope all is well in Vermont. I have been battling homesickness, summer is the hardest season. We don’t really have a summer here, it pretty much stays sunny and spring or foggy and spring throughout the year. I have a … [Read more…]

hey baby, city life – 7/9/98

07/09/98 hey baby. i long to hear it. that voice that rings so true in my mind. i can almost hear what it will sound like. hey gorgeous. how are you. and he’ll take my arm or my hand. he’ll run his fingers over my face. as if he were sculpting me and almost as … [Read more…]

jul 3, 1998 – dave lir

Caitlin Stevens 4414 20th St San Francisco, CA USA    94114 415.648.8533 Dave, Memories and music and so much spinning around. We sat all day exhausted and content in the whirling. The sunlight warmth of laughter, familiar. It was beautiful.  It was. And it passed.  As it should. And I thank you. You won’t know … [Read more…]