Love Letter #83| I Peed Myself on a Hike

We should totally listen to kids when they say they have to go (pee) and stop the foolishness about making them hold it. Holding it is torture.

Love Letter #79 | She Assaulted my hair

Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its colour and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.

– Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses

Love letter #30 | My Life as a sitcom II

Dear World, I’m not sure if I’ve ever expressed to you how much of an awkward young lady I am. The last sitcom-esque experience I had, was that one time when I got locked up in the library at school. lol. Yes, laugh at will. As awkward and embarrassing as it was, it was funny…