Scheherazade – XII — Love Letters

A remembrance of my father's letters to his wife and children.

If you wrote my father a letter, he would write you back.

You could count on it. Usually he’d write at length and most likely the same day. He was an utterly reliable correspondent. He showed up in correspondence in the same way he showed up for his joint-custody weekends, effortlessly and consistently. Barring business travel he was there for his sons e…