Tiny Letters, once again

Dear Saturday,

You really kicked my trash. Also, I really don’t like you. On another note, if you can help me come up with some kind of weekend-specific solution for Jack, that would be great.

 

Dear my back,

I am exercising the living daylights out of you, and yet, you still hurt so very much. Stop it right now, because I don’t have time for this.

 

Dear movie theatre,

You were far too overpopulated tonight, but I got to see Mockingjay with the hubs and my birthday teen, so I handled waiting in your giant lines for everything with aplomb. Sort of.

 

Dear fall,

You’re perfect. And fleeting.

 

Dear Jack,

Please be a good and happy boy for Thanksgiving. Please a) do not hurt anyone in the car en route to the cabin or b) refuse to wear shoes or a coat outside in the snow and cold. It’s all I ask.

 

Dear Thanksgiving,

I’m mulling you over. I’ve been shifting what I’m thankful for. It’s for experiences, like having a real-life angel save my life on the side of the road last spring. ¬†Also, getting to teach college students about writing, which is the best. And being a mom to unusual children with a lot of life and personality among them.

I’m thankful I can work and raise children and write things and take the occasional afternoon nap.

  1 comment for “Tiny Letters, once again

  1. Kerri
    November 25, 2015 at 9:17 am

    I’m thankful my back doesn’t hurt anymore. I was there earlier this year and it’s the absolute horrible worst. And I’m hoping for a good Thanksgiving for you.

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