Here because of a post-it?
Chances are you know me.
Here by duck?
We’re in the same family.
Consider fate a possibility.
We are more closely
linked than you think.
I write real letters.
You should read.
You may recognize me, someone you know–or better yet–
yourself in one of these.
I bought my first Jeep in March of 2020. One week before the pandemic changed everything. I know this because I’m a teacher. A red bin of files went into my brand-new Jeep on an infamous Friday. Then I moved far, far away. It hasn’t been easy since then. But I’ve discovered a kind ofContinue reading “Dear Jeep Family,”
If you’re here because of a post-it, chances are you know me. If you stumbled here, consider fate a possibility. I’m not advertising and have no following. No matter what brought you here, I could use some help. I wrote letters for real people; for them to experience the magic of unfolding in a story.Continue reading “Dear Reader, Read First”
I moved. In the middle of a pandemic. I won’t tell you my hometown just yet (but I left clues in the letters). I was born and raised there. Parents, too. So were my grandparents, although I never knew them. I’ve never left my hometown. Not even for school. I married and raised a familyContinue reading “Don’t Ever Tell Anybody Anything (But Here’s My Introduction)”
I see a lot of you in my daughter. It terrifies me. You have an exceptional bullshit-detector. So does she. Of course, any observer could guess this from the way you reclined in your desk, like Jimi Hendrix on a sofa at an intimate house party (your lidded gaze and smirk suggested the same kindContinue reading “To the Bullshit-Detector”
My class didn’t come easy for you. I’m not sure much of school did. You reaching for the answer to a question kind of looked like reaching for something dropped between the car console and driver’s seat. It’s visible down there. You can even finger it a little, but you can’t seem to maneuver itContinue reading “To the Student Made of Bronze-Wool”
I swore, at the age of twenty-five, I would never return. Ever. Even as an adult, when I overhear the name, or the two-letter abbreviation, I thrust myself into conversation and proclaim, “[Insert State] is the limp dick of the USA!” That is, until, my husband sat me down at the table and said, ”You’reContinue reading “To the Geo Tracker of the USA: Guess Which State This Is”
You lost the bidding war. But the comment you made — not to me or your realtor — made us accept your offer. It’s as if we understood each other without having met or spoken. As a matter of fact, the exchange of my property to you was practically poetic. But I’m a scientist. I don’t trust poetry.Continue reading “To the Family Living in MY Forever Home,”
I remember the look on your face when I announced my leave of absence to the class. It still haunts me. You waited until the end, mouth stretched wide, “Are you really leaving?” I explained it was only temporary. You shuffled locks, looked away, “But…I like how you use the earth to tell stories….” youContinue reading “To the Off-Beaten-Never-Did-Fit-In”
Poems aren’t my thing, but here’s an odyssey of a dream. I’ll write a ballad. Google says it counts as poetry. You love this stuff. But I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. When I pressed send for the letter of resignation to the job I thought I’d never leave, I fell into theContinue reading “Dear Colleague (I apologize in Advance for My Poetry),”
This letter really isn’t to you, Coldplay. This letter is for the lead singer. My apologies. Let’s start over. Dear Chris Martin, I love you. But we need to break up. You don’t know me, Chris. We’ve never met. You grazed my hands once at a concert, but I’ve been told that doesn’t count. IContinue reading “Dear Coldplay, I Love You. Wait. Scratch That.”
I usually write letters of recommendations for my seniors. That kind of became interrupted in the Spring of 2020. I’d still like to write a letter for this particular student. I hope you understand its delay (the pandemic has been tough on us teachers). To whom it may concern: The hardest letters of recommendation to writeContinue reading “To the Board of Admissions,”
In order to illustrate the gift you are to this earth, I’m going to take a crack at writing a children’s story. Sorry there’s no artwork. My drawing is more horrific than my poetry. *** On a hill in a flowered field I found a wishing tree. Like a firework in the sky, its branches exploded inContinue reading “For Our Favorite Pinch-Sitter,”
I am so happy you graduated years ago. I can’t even imagine what it would have been like teaching you through a screen after March of 2020. During a lesson about the life cycle of a chrysalis, I gave a paragraph to read and instructions to highlight where you found proof that butterflies come fromContinue reading “To the Hardest Class I Ever Taught,”
Congratulations! I didn’t get a chance to say good-bye to any of you. I moved, in the middle of a global pandemic. I’ve thought about you a lot lately. It’s painful being so far away. I wish I could celebrate you and witness you cross the stage. I’d give you a really big hug. ProbablyContinue reading “To my graduating seniors and my colleagues retiring”
I don’t mean to cuss. It’s not becoming of a teacher. But I swore never return to [insert state]. EVER. That is until…well, you’ve read my other letters. But here I am, decades later, unable to leave, being held against my will. What gives? [Insert state] must be mad I told everyone what Renee saidContinue reading “Dear [Insert State], Merry Friggin’ Christmas.”
Dear Student,I don’t draw (except for chromosome diagrams and Punnet squares…and poorly). I don’t draw words; I don’t pencil stories; and I refuse to sketch poetry. But my dream is for you to unfold in a compositional mural, so I traced a fable. Sorry if I infringe upon dear, old Walt. He copied anyway (fromContinue reading “For the Student Who Never Spoke (Or the Alternative Cinderella)”
Flip left and right to aid understanding. Excuse the broken language; I stopped studying in high school, but I did my damndest not to rely on a translator. Quiero escribir una carta auténtica, a pesar de la barrera del idioma. Yo, Rideshare Driver, No Hablo Español. You remember me from the airport. From the backseat,Continue reading “Yo, Ride-share Driver, No Hablo Español”
Three years ago my student’s father dropped dead.She’s had a lot to lift since then.You should see how strong she is. I wrote her a letter. She needs to read it. Sunday, I offered The Secret Gardento a little portal and dedicated it to her.I became a teacher because of that storyI question if I canContinue reading “On the Eve of an Anniversary”
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for us. I hope this letter reaches you,@norealbalance.
I’ve been getting pretty close to giving up. This writing thing is tough, and, well, I’m a dinosaur. I don’t understand media-socials. I tried emailing important people, pleaded with writers in groups, I created a twitter account to send direct messages (but got locked out); hell, I even dropped a note in a bucket andContinue reading “For Anna,”
My blog traffic, day-to-day, ZERO. Social Media bumps, on average, ZERO. Thumbs ups and hearts, nill. Until two things happened: I posted a letter to my Jeep family, and I ducked a Wrangler. The next day I awoke to over one thousand views and social hits. Even a few personal notes of encouragement. I amContinue reading “I Suspect the Jeep Community Is Responsible.”
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