Open Letters:

From Me to Some of Everyone

Tag: laundry

In an open letter to her son,

“Sweetie, it’s not anything about you that makes me wait until the last possible minute to wash your pants. It’s your pockets. I am overwhelmed by your pockets. Everything else I can handle, but those pockets….”

In an open letter to the laundry gods,

“I am a single parent with one child. Why is it that laundry seems so dang sisyphean? Do you hate breeders? Do you hate children?”

In an open letter to her son,

“I swear you’re going to thank me one day for this. I make sure that you do things around the house because I don’t want to be responsible for turning a young man who is unable to take care of his basic needs loose in the world. When I give you things to do, they […]

In an open letter to her son,

“Son, I have concluded that we might need to start referring to your underwear as skid row….”

In an open letter to the gang of unmatched socks that terrorizes her,

“My home has been a safe harbor for too long. You may live here no longer.”

In an open letter to her son,

“Be assured that I don’t think that my laundry is more important than yours. You see, the reason that yours piles up sometimes is because at the end of a long day, sometimes, I just can’t face your pockets. There’s always something strange in there. You’ll notice that your shirts are always cleaned…”