Letters to My Tutor…

My dearest Simone,

There’s a picture of me with my grandmother from some time in the 1970s. We both have on three-piece polyester pant suits. We looked alike in someway beyond the physical. If the picture were set in motion it’s almost certain that we would move alike. In those moments when I’m jumped outside myself, when my analytical skills are at a peak and I observe myself fully, I see her ways.

I’ve been thinking lately that I should read some Mississippi fiction. I’ve been away for quite some time and I wonder what differences there may be in how I relate to the the fictional reality.

Until next time,