An Open Letter to the Summer Before my Freshman Year of College
An open letter to the summer before my freshman year of college, The summer before my freshman year of college holds a very special place...
An open letter to the summer before my freshman year of college, The summer before my freshman year of college holds a very special place...
It's okay to still be hurting.
By exclusively reading the title, you might be thinking to yourself, “Well, Hannah has officially lost it.” And honestly, I felt a little...
You darlings know who you are: I miss you all. I imagined the first time I would write one of these, you wouldn't be the ones I’d address;...
I am done making room for you
There is a lot to me, so buckle up and enjoy the ride
You’re growing up right before my eyes. I hate every second of it because I am no longer home to see how much of a woman you have become. I...
Nessie, I’ve had trouble really sitting down and trying to write this for weeks now. It’s been two weeks since you passed away, and yet I...
In the season of thankfulness and gratitude, here is an open letter to my 3 roommates and 1 neighbor.
Dear DOL, plz no
I’m surrounded by beautiful women that I get to call my friends, and sometimes I don’t know what to say when they go through tough times...
If you ask anyone to describe my schedule, they will tell probably tell you I’m the busiest person they know. This is all fine and good,...
To the FBI agent behind my Co-Star account: please read carefully.
Sometimes, coping with the loss of a loved one means writing to them.
The title of this article is kind of funny, because this really should be called an open letter to the boy I pushed away. What’s even more...
Thank you for entering — and leaving — my life.
This one is for anyone in a long-distance friendship!
First, we had ghosting, now its zombies: an open letter on my evolution of dating woes.
“I don't know what I'm saying. I guess what I mean is that sometimes I don't know what or who we are. Days I feel like a human being, while...
Dear younger self, At times, actually very quite often, I miss you. I miss the girl you were at 3, at 6, at 17. I remember you as the girl...