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A Letter to My Ten Year Old Son Upon The Election of Donald Trump To The Office of President I wrote this letter back in November and held onto it because I felt like it sounded a bit alarmist. I opened it again just a couple of weeks ago and I was surprised to discover …
A Letter to My 15 Year Old Son Who Traveled With Me To Lake Constance Dear Ben, I am sorry that I give you such a hard time for cracking eggs all over the counter in the kitchen. And for throwing your clothes on the floor. And your backpack. And your shoes. I am sorry …
November 15, 2016 Dear Grace, Emily, Wilson, Campbell and Phineas, Now that it’s been a few months since we all went camping together in Colorado, I have almost forgotten about the rain and the mosquitos. I almost don’t remember the days of washing and drying a gajillion wet tents and sleeping bags that had mildewed …
A Letter to My Friend Sarabeth about Advent Traditions and Celebrating Christmas in 2016 November 23, 2016 Dear Sarabeth, When you texted me yesterday to ask me for ideas about Advent, I was in the middle of crying through the end of Ta-Nehisi Coate’s book Between the World and Me. I was sitting and wishing …
A Letter to My Son After He Left Home at 18 March 2016 Oh Cole, It’s been exactly a month since you got on a plane and flew back to America, with all my worries and fears as well as my hopes and dreams. Today I got to talk to you for the first time. …
In this day and age of email and texting, it is a rare but delightful occurrence to open your mailbox and find a handwritten letter waiting for you. In this last year especially, I have rediscovered the joy of writing letters. I’ve been sending lots more letters. I mentioned briefly last week that I am …
A Love Letter to Lakewood Lake In honor of wishing I was smack dab in the middle of a giant family gathering today, I am sharing an ode to one of my favorite spots in my hometown, Lakewood Lake. A Love Letter to Lakewood Lake You have been my stomping grounds since I was a …