It was sort of surreal to be surrounded by so many brand new people this weekend, many of whom were younger than me, and look back on the past 10 or so years of my life. It was difficult at times to think about how other people might be seeing me, and to see myself…
letters to myself
Dedicated to Depression
Five years ago I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love with the kind of voracity and appetite I used once upon a time to devour Baby Sitter’s Club books. There was one passage in the memoir that really spoke to me the first time I read it. Gilbert is in Italy and she talks about…
Dear Me–Letters to Myselves
Dear Me in Elementary School, I know that hearing these words will do very little to ease your fourth grade pain when the boy you think is cute rips up your Valentine’s Day card, but boys won’t always be so stupid. (Well, he will…but boys in general won’t.) And you WILL make friends. Lots of…