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A Letter to the Grandfathers I Never Knew

Both of my grandfathers, and step-grandfather, left this earth before I was able to meet them. With the recent passing of my Grandma, on my Dad’s side, I’ve found myself often thinking about the things I wish I could’ve learned from each of them and the memories I wish that I could reflect on. This article is dedicated to them and anyone else who’s lost their grandparent(s) too soon. If I had the opportunity to travel back in time to meet you, I would take it in a heartbeat. I can only imagine what it’d be like to sit across from you and listen to the drawl of your voice as you recount your life’s tales. I’d sit on the couch with my legs curled under me, cradling the cup of tea you made just for me, as the smell of cookies lingers in the air from the batch that Grandma and I made the

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An Open Letter To My Boyfriend On Valentine’s Day

Dear Boyfriend, So, Valentine’s Day is in our midst, and I am a broke college student.  As such, I have decided to shower you with the lavish gift of my loving words – you are welcome.  (Just kidding.  Sort of.) I suggest that you strap in, because this is about to be a rollercoaster of emotions. You, my dear, are the Jim to my Pam.  The Marshall to my Lily.   The Monica to my Chandler.  The Rachel to my Ross (just kidding again, Ross is the worst).  You get my point.  I like you a lot. Thank you for being you.  You have made me feel as happy as I have ever been.  Sure, there have been the occasional moments of tears and wanting to strangle you, and I know the feeling is mutual, but there is no such thing as a relationship without its share of struggles.  One

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An Open Letter to All Daughters Who Are Not Best Friends With Their Mothers

Dear Daughter, It seems like every time you go on Instagram, there is always some post with two women hugging each other, making silly faces, attempting a fandid – take your pick – with some caption like ‘Love spending time with my MOMMY!  She’s my best friend forever, love you so much Mom xoxoxo :)))))’.  It is enough to make you roll your eyes so hard that they are in danger of popping out of your head.   It’s not that you blame these girls, or wish they would stop – on some levels, you’re a little jealous.  You wish that you had that sort of relationship with your Mom, sometimes.  Having wine nights and doing manicures with the woman who raised you seems like a grand time.  However, when it comes to your Mom, she would lose her mind at the idea of you mentioning an alcoholic beverage in

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An Open Letter To Procrastination

Dear Procrastination, I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you’re so tempting or why you have such a hold on me. I know you’re bad for me, but for some reason I can’t get you out of my system. You’re a drug and I’m the addict. You know all of my weaknesses and use them against me. Whenever I need to get work done you’re always waiting on the sidelines for me to slip up and fall back into your graces. There’ll be times when I’m ready to give up on you, but then you dig your claws right back in. There’s no catching a break with you. What exactly draws me to you? Is it the promise of fun and adventure that you leave? Is it the sweet nothings you always whisper softly to me? You taste so sweet, but your aftertaste is always bitter. You’re so good and yet so