At this point in my life, you are nonexistent. I can’t say that I don’t think about you, because that would be a lie. I can’t say that I haven’t thought about you for years, either, because that would also be a lie. I’ve thought about you before it was even physically possible to have you. Continue reading “Dear Baby”
I have to tell you something really quick: I realize that I come across much more wise on paper (or, in this case, on screen). Continue reading “Author’s Note”
Hey Dad, You know, I sometimes wonder if you still read my blog after that one time you decided to go through it. You were so persistent to find something about you, and I felt bad, because I didn’t really talk about you. Not because you don’t play a big role in my life, but because I never really know what to say about you. I really … Continue reading An Open Letter To My Dad
I think that we have established that our relationship is an interesting one. As a baby, or even a child, I couldn’t tell if I was a Daddy’s or a Momma’s Girl—but if I had to guess, I was probably an Oma’s Girl. I don’t have too many memories of you from my baby years, which is totally ridiculous, since you’ve always been present. Continue reading An Open Letter To My Mom
You probably saw this post and thought, “well, it’s about time!” And I don’t blame you for that. I kind of made your letter last on purpose, because I know that you are actually going to read yours. So I guess I’m kind of a sadist.
If I’m going to be honest, these letters are getting harder to write. It was so easy to put down what I wanted to say to Cait and Heinrich because they’re teenagers, and I see them every day, so I know them really well as people. Brianna’s was the first hard letter to write because there’s a lot that I want to say to her, but there is also a lot that I can’t necessarily put out there for the public eye to see. Your letter—I am already one-hundred-percent sure of this, and I still have to write Joanne’s—is going to be the hardest one I have to write. Continue reading “An Open Letter To My Big Brother”
I bet you’re wondering why, of all things, I would call you my best frenemy. I think it’s pretty simple: you are always either my best friend, or my worst enemy. We’re sisters and so close in age, that we literally grew up together. We went through a lot of shit together, and we know way too much information about each other. There really isn’t much else to it. Continue reading “An Open Letter To My Best Frenemy”