Tiny Letters, Midsummer

Dear Holiday Weekend,

You were great. Until Jack got strep. Then you were like a burning plane in a death spiral.


Dear three cans of crisp, cold Fresca I consumed on the 4th,

You the real MVP.


Dear Jack,

We do not cram family photos down the disposal and shred them.

Nor do we attack family members.


Dear Costco Rotisserie Chicken,

Thank you for being a thing. I love you.


Dear Week When Jack is Sick,

You are a freaking fire-breathing dragon.


Dear Blog,

I’m struggling to find words. I am loathe to plunk down the whiny, annoyed, frustrated words which are my first response to many things. And so I think and mull and hope to write better words –true words—soon.




  2 comments for “Tiny Letters, Midsummer

  1. Susan
    July 9, 2016 at 11:56 am

    You write what you need to write even when it’s “the whiny, annoyed, frustrated words.” That’s what keeps life real and better to be real than a lie.

    Your words help so many other people that are dealing with similar situations and because of your words they know they are not alone in their struggles.

  2. Kerri
    July 12, 2016 at 10:03 pm

    I love your tiny letters always.

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