Dear Year 35,
Thank you for coming. I hope you are robust and surprising. I hope you slap me upside the head (the other side) for symmetry. I hope you breathe with Paul Bunyan lungs. I hope you write the end of my book and bring Merrill a new job. I hope you blow my mind. Devastating love is okay, too. It doesn't have to be devastating.

Love,
Me


Dear Mom,
Thanks for giving birth to me at 9:30ish a.m, 35 years ago. My how time flies.