You’re a beautiful woman of a certain age. There’s loveliness in maturity, and you’ve got it.
Dear Murder Mysteries,
Why did it take me my whole life to find and appreciate you? Let’s get married.
Dear My Students,
I love you all so bleeping much. You’re adorable and amazing. Stop emailing me late papers.
Dear My Children,
Just when I think I know about parenting, you get creative with the attitudes and behaviors. Remember how you thought I didn’t ride roller coasters in Disneyland? Well, parenting you guys is a giant roller coaster so joke’s on you.
Dear Holiday Music,
I really love you, but you’re making all the feelings of my childhood Christmases well up in a hot pressing ball in my chest, and I can’t even. Maybe in small doses. But if you whip out I’ll Be Home for Christmas or Silent Night, there is going to be a situation. Those are my dad’s songs. Back away slowly.
Dear Daylight Saving Time,
Ugh. Everything that everyone says about you is true, which is not a compliment.
Seeing you for 20 minutes last week was really good. Some day in the next life we will have long conversations and all the distance between us will shrink to a hands-breadth. When that day comes, I WILL BE THERE FOR IT.
Dear Charlie and My Mom,
Thanks for being my ballet dates this season. I love that you love what I love.
Dear People Who Loathe the Christmas Creep,
I’m putting up my tree within the week. Avert your eyes. It will be okay.
Dear Sweater Weather,
I like you. You can stay.