Love Letter #8

Who makes the rules for these kinds of projects anyway? A repeat isn’t a repeat if I have different things to say, right? Right. For my birthday, I asked the universe for some comfort. Warm arms and baking pies and anything that can keep me from feeling like I...

Love Letter #7

It was a bad idea from the start. I knew it. You knew it. We did it anyway. It was a ridiculously fun couple of weeks. Late nights out at bars. Illicitly making out in hallways. Causing all sorts of little dramas just for the hell of it. It was better than being...

Love Letter #6

It’s funny how places shape you. It’s a collection of memories that piece together the majority of my youth. A baptist church that consumed all of my time and energy, where I tried to please a god and people who called me Jezebel. A community theatre where...

Love Letter #5

I never wanted kids. It wasn’t in my game plan. I’d spent so much time caring for babies and kids already, why would I sacrifice my newly found freedom in such a way? But I dreamed about you when I was 18. I saw you, my daughter, holding her baby brother....

Love Letter #4

I am afraid to write this letter. I am sitting in public, and I am afraid I will cry. I’m afraid I will cry the same way I do when pictures of places we walked along the canals pop up on my Instagram. When the wind hits me just right and my boots fly down...