
Fifteen Years
Fifteen years ago, I was 22 years old and living in New York City. Five years later, I decided to write down my memories in a journal. Despite my desire to edit it for today's world (and what I hope is now a more mature writing voice), I have left it as originally written, only excluding a couple of names. I will #neverforget Here's what I wrote: September 11, 2006 It has been five years since the terrorist attacks on New York and Washington and I have realized that I never

So Long, Summer
Well, there it is. The letter that just about sums up summer in our house. In case you're having trouble reading it, the note reads: Dear Gigi and G'Daddy, Thank you for the "Annie" movie. It is so, so awesome! It is kind of scary at the end because she gets kidnapped and it's kind of silly because that mother is kind of like our mother when we make bad choices. Love, [Your Granddaughter] Yes, that's correct folks. I'm Miss Hannigan. I mean, I have always thought that b