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.
All day today, I’ve been seeing the words, “me too,” all over Facebook and Twitter. I have never hated seeing those words so much before in my life. Continue reading “Me Too”
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”
I’m not really sure how to start this off. I’ve never been all that good at writing letters, especially when I have a lot to say, but don’t know how to convey it all. But I’ll try my best. Continue reading “An Open Letter to My Youngest Sister”
I know how weird this is going to sound to you, but I’m going to start this by saying I’m sorry. Continue reading “An Open Letter To My (Not So) Baby Brother”
Something that I never understood was how fearsome people became whenever the idea of aging was brought up. Friends, family, and strangers alike cringe at hearing their age and freak out at the sight of grey hairs and laugh lines. It’s actually kind of funny how even people my own age complain about being “old” now. Continue reading “The Old Never Bothered Me, Anyway”