Dazzlement
“You dazzle me,” my father Lee wrote to Flossi Banks in late 1945. “Whenever I look into your green-flecked eyes—mmm, there I go again.” Such passion, such openness. This man was unrecognizable. “Should I close this with…’my heart beats like an a-bomb?’” In response there were a few distant letters from Flossi, the Ivy League lady who raised me and… Read more →