Dear Evan and Lulu, Last night I got dressed up for the one event of the year that I bother to brush my hair for. Once a year I squeeze into a dress, wear shoes that pinch my toes, and pose for ridiculous photos with Mike and our friends at an annual holiday party. This year I looked forward to
Read more“I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.” ― E.B. White Dear Evan and Lulu, Sometimes I worry that when you are old enough to actually read these letters you are going to roll your eyes and storm out of the room, disgusted that all I’ve managed to capture of your childhood are words strewn together with
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, My friend Natalie refers to the two of you as little Riot Grrrls. I love it. I never knew what Riot Grrrls were until it was too late. I grew up in North Idaho, the land of Carharts, country music, clogging and cowboy boots. I’ve become attached to cowboy boots in my later years but
Read moreI am so sick of hearing the debate over the death of print books. Let me sum up my thoughts for you so we can move on. Yes, everything will continue to go digital. No, print books will not become obsolete. Yes, it might mean things change, like you will receive things in a digital format and there are places
Read moreOn November 1st I woke up to birds calling, I kissed my fresh-breathed fiance, I didn’t have to yell at my dutiful minions even once, I ran 5 miles with ease and when I returned to my spotless house I declared with confidence “I’m going to write a novel this month!” That is not actually what happened. Instead, on
Read moreDear Evan, When you were younger you were full of spunk, of sass, and above all confidence. You didn’t just think you could, but you KNEW you could drive a car, start school earlier, and cook us dinner if we would only let you try. You still have just as much spunk and sass but lately I’ve noticed your confidence
Read morehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FldTYIuog8&feature=em-upload_owner Evan, you came to me the other day and asked if I wanted to hear “the song that makes grown ups cry.” So far I haven’t seen any of them cry as a result, only choke on their food, struggle to maintain composure, and lose at keeping a straight face. I love you with all my heart but I’m
Read moreI have NO idea who to attribute this picture to. It was all over the internet and I can’t find an original source. This librarian apologizes. Dear Evan and Lulu, Last night your dad was on national television wearing a gigantic cheese grater on his head. Multiple times. As silly as this might sound he had dreamed about this moment
Read more“How’s that baby doing?”, you always used to ask me . First when we sat across the table from each other week after week in meetings. Not even my growing stomach could hide my insecurities as I sat in a room full of hundreds of years of collective experience. Twenty-three years old and the only thing I had correctly figured
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, There are so many things you are good at. Too many things to even list them all. Lulu could walk into a packed gymnasium and perform an impromptu one-child show that would keep people entertained for hours. Evan could sell them all their tickets, create a seating chart for them and sort them into a pattern
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Chop Wood, Carry Water 