J.J. Manscher

Stashed in a box in my office, I have stored 27 years' worth of letters from my father. Having spent the better part of his life battling addiction and mental illness, he was often absent from my life, save for these letters. They are a chronicle of his struggles and his triumphs, his dreams and his regrets, and still—nearly six years after his death—I take them out from time to time whenever I ne Read more of this blog post »