Some people walk into your life for a reason. They’re not around for the long haul, but the impact they leave reshapes the landscape of who you are forever. For me, that person was Carolynn.
I’m Mark Bolton. Friends call me Duke. And this site is my letter to her.
Carolynn came into my life for what felt like the blink of an eye. Our time together wasn’t measured in years or milestones—it was measured in connection and conversations. The kind of talks that stick with you. The kind where you walk away feeling seen, challenged, and somehow more yourself than you were an hour before. She had that gift.
On May 4th, 2017, Carolynn died. Tragically. Suddenly. The kind of loss that leaves a crater. She was a beautiful soul alive, and a beautiful soul since passing.
I miss her. God, I miss her. And I miss our talks.
So I created Dear Carolynn as a way to keep talking. To keep the conversation going, even if she’s not here to talk back. It’s my space to write about anything and everything—the way we used to talk about anything and everything, and I’m happy to share with anyone who cares to read and or join in.
What you’ll find here:
Sometimes I write about music or there will often be a song or artist somehow connected to the story. I was a teen in the 70’s and a lot of my influences come from a wonderful time to be alive.
Sometimes I write fiction. Stories that live in my head, looking for a way out.
Sometimes I write non-fiction. Observations. Opinions. The stuff rolling around in my brain that needs somewhere to land.
Most times if I write about fiction, the story will relate to non-fiction.
Sometimes I just write to her. Letters into the void, hoping somehow they reach wherever she is.
This isn’t a themed blog. It’s not a brand. It’s not optimised for anything except honesty. It’s a digital hangout where I show up and talk, the way Carolynn and I used to talk. If you pull up a seat and find something that resonates, that’s a bonus. If not, that’s okay too.
So welcome. Whether you’re a friend, a stranger, or someone else who’s lost someone they weren’t done talking to—I’m glad you’re here.
Pour something strong, put on some good music, and let’s talk.
Oh, and if the spelling looks a bit odd…I’m from Australia and we rarely use a ‘z’ and sometimes we add a ‘u’ like. So, mate, grab a pint and sit the bloody hell down and chill.
