Dear André

The natural history of an experience, from age 14 to age 77.

My sister Ellen, a deer park in Japan 1960

By sharing this narrative today, I’m taking you into my trust. I’m trusting you will view this writing as a story that’s provisional and always in motion. I don’t use words such as assault or abuse in writing about André. Those words are bombs that go off and don’t allow you to see through the smoke they produce…