Friday, July 14, 2017


Dear SW Philly,
You are such a long time in the past, but every time I smell fresh asphalt in 100 degree weather, I am transported back to the summer of 1987, and living in that big ole building working for the Evangelical Association for the Promotion of Education. I completely understand when people say that smells trigger memories/emotions.
the naive country girl who was way of out her element

Dear Masters Classes,
If you could just give me a couple weeks of ACTUAL summer break, that would be great.
the burnt out student

Dear Tie Dye,
If you could just create yourself and give me some rest that would be fabulous. Thanks.

Dear Carrie,
You are not as young as you once were. Please stop pushing yourself once you get tired.
Your decrepit self

Dear school,
Stop peeking around the corning and sticking your tongue out at me.
This teacher in summer

1 comment:

  1. that last letter is so funny (and true!)
    and you're not decrepit, but you are a super hilarious writer!
    and so true the scents really bring us back to places!