My wild child Ava, Today you screamed ‘I hate you!’ because I confiscated your phone (again). Part of me wanted to cry. The other part wanted to high-five Past Me for surviving your teen tornado. By the time you read this at graduation (2025)...
Dear FutureMe, Hey. What’s up?? How are you? Right now it’s May 11, 2020 at 4:52AM and I’m writing you this in hopes that things are better for you then they are right now. I’ve been crying all night again for some reason. Let me r...
My dearest Sarah,I’m writing this after putting out the warehouse fire downtown. Three hours in scorching heat, breathing smoke that tasted like burnt plastic. All I could think was:‘What if I never see her again?’ When you read this (20...
