Dear LittleA, Monday you turned four years old. Since you were born, August 11th has been a bittersweet day for me, a time to remember the strange juxtaposition of trauma and joy. I remember cradling the phone in my neck while excitedly packing a suitcase that afternoon, trying to conceal my feelings from Melanie while we ...
Dear ToddlerA, So, I suppose I dropped the ball a couple of months ago on the monthly letters. It’s because we gradually love you less each month. Your worst fears are realized. Sorry. The truth is that we continue to find ourselves unable to resist you, even when it’s midnight and you really should be sleeping. We ...
Dear ToddlerA, Guess what you’re getting for your birthday? A HOUSE! Last night I was mentally composing this letter, thinking about how sad I’ll be to leave this place, and how sad it’ll be when you’re older and you don’t remember living in your great-grandmother’s log cabin. I have a picture of your sister 11 year ...
Dear ToddlerA, A few nights ago you and I had a party. Now I’m no stranger to parties, and I’ve been known to sport a 4 a.m. bedtime and then wake up ready to rock at 7:30 on more than one occasion, but I’m older now, and you just can’t keep doing this to me. You ...
Dear ToddlerA The other night while the Oscars were on, right before the Big Moment, your grandfather walked in with half a pill that they give to the dog. Maybe you ate the other half; maybe this is just a remnant. No one knows, but this little pink pill that LOOKS LIKE CANDY was found at ...