Dear Everyone

Dear People,

I know that the tiny letter trope has been adopted by internet culture, meaning that one can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a tiny letter penned, nay typed, by some snarky soul on the web. Anyway, I don’t care. I’m going to write a bunch of tiny letters. 

Deal With It,


Dear Drug Addicts,

Thanks for making it really hard to get one’s hands on the really good cough syrup that actually works, and that knocks one out nicely for a beautiful night’s sleep.



*coughs more*


Dear Husband,

I want to see Cinderella. I realize that you have barely forgiven me for taking you to see Into The Woods lo those many months ago, but I don’t think there is singing in this one. And there’s no witch. Just Cate Blanchett and we like her. Anyway, give it some thought.

Your Beloved,


Dear Neighbors,

Did you see it when Jack lobbed his half-eaten blueberry Greek yogurt over the fence from the backyard and onto  the roof of Dutch’s car this afternoon? It was rad. 

*rolls eyes* 

Jack’s Mom

Dear Jack,

We poop in the potty

*drops mic*

*opens a new tub of Clorox wipes*

Dear Neil Gaiman,

You’re weird. But I like you anyway.


A Reader

Dear Youngest Son,

I’m using behavior modification techniques on you and you don’t even realize it. Well, maybe you do. Who cares.

This Is Happening (eventually),

Your Potty-Trainer

Dear Parenting,

You’re a real piece of work.



Dear Joyce,

Thank you for giving birth to and raising the Dutch, whose 40th birthday is this week. I’d be up a creek without him. Really, thank you.



Dear Psalms,

I feel like you should be sung, not read or recited. But I don’t know the melody. Or what Selah means.

Still enamored,


Dear Curiosity Museum,

It’s not you that I hate. It’s the 87 billion parents and children inside you. On the bright side, museum, now I know how my children on the spectrum feel when they reach sensory overload. When I visit you, I want to curl up in the corner, cover my ears, and rock back and forth.

I’m not renewing my pass,

This Mom

Dear Date Night,

I love you.


Dutch and the Mrs.

  4 comments for “Dear Everyone

  1. Blue
    March 20, 2015 at 2:41 pm

    Dear Megan,
    Keep writing. This is not a polite request. It’s a necessity. You may think it’s for you, but really, it’s not.


  2. March 20, 2015 at 9:42 pm

    You are on the Jimmy Fallon spectrum with your tiny letters, but you are poignant as well as funny. And beautifuller. And you didn’t employ a surrogate and you do not host a talk show. But you do star in a reality series that blends drama and comedy. And you deserve to see CINDERELLA. Doesn’t Lilly sing A DREAM WO

    • March 20, 2015 at 9:44 pm

      IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES? Just warning you and Dutch. Hugs.

  3. Jen
    March 22, 2015 at 8:34 am

    Dear Megan,
    Thank you for being who you are touching so many lives with your wit, kindness and insight. Plus also your courage. You make me want to try harder and be better.

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