“Might I suggest to you a hot shower accompanied by the sultry sounds of Anita Baker. This is best enjoyed if you close your eyes during the most stirring parts of the songs as you let that hot water run over your body. Let the sound of the water, and the sound of her voice… Continue reading If the news has you feeling terrible,
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In an open letter to Joe Biden,
“I need you more now than I have ever needed you. Can you visit me tonight while I sleep, you know, in my dreams? You can do whatever you want. You can read legislation verbatim. Bring Jill, brush her hair. Anything. You might be the only thing that can stop me from having another dream […]
What’s In a Name
In an open letter to the man in the fancy bagel shop wearing black jeans, a light denim jacket with a prominent leather label, and very messy and swoopy hair,
“Bold choices, sir, bold choices. Way to do you, though. Way to do you.”
In an open letter to the notes app,
“Thanks to you, I can remember the open letters that come to me when I am out in the world gawking at innocent people who are out there just trying to live.”
Savor
Someone recently asked me about my 2016. In the pause between processing the question and clumsily sputtering forth an answer, I realized that I have no idea what happened to 2016. This realization is what led me to 2017’s word: savor. I want to pay attention this year, and experience it fully. Of course, I’m… Continue reading Savor
In an open letter to a long-neglected website,
“Funny thing is that I’ve pretty much ignored you for a couple months. Then, I had a technical problem, and now all I want to do is login.”
In an open letter to George Wallace,
“Recent events have piqued my interest in your story. Please do not interpret this as an opportunity to haunt my dreams. Thanks in advance!”
In an open letter to the coat-less woman who whizzed by me on a scooter on a cold, cold day,
“This seemed like a fashion choice. I’m wondering, though if that 3 inches of exposed upper butt was also a fashion choice. My real question, though, is wasn’t that cold? You had both low temperatures and the wind you created going at that bare skin.”
In an open letter to the woman in Whole Foods who caught me and my son laughing at her,
“It’s just that you were behaving like a child and it was just so silly. We couldn’t help it.”