The Exhaled Phoenix: A Tribute to Ray Bradbury
by: Jason Wyman Dearest Ray Bradbury, We never met. We never will. That’s not exactly true. There was a dream once. It came to me in high school when, after […]
Category Archives: Letter
I’m Sorry The Internet Outed Me: An Open Letter to My Mother
by: Khai Devon Dear Mom, I’m sorry that you had to find out like this. I know I told you that you probably wouldn’t like what I had to say, […]
An Open Letter to Chicago’s Queer Community
by: Nicole Garneau (via The Qu) Note: This piece was originally published on The Qu and has been posted here with generous permission. You can go here to find the […]
Letter To A Single Parent
by: Max Alborn Dear Mom, As evidence of the letter I wrote in class when I was 12 (which you insisted on framing as mothers do) we both know I’ve thought […]
It Gets Weirder: Why It’s Okay to Be Your (Quirky) Self
by: Kara Crawford Dear Karita, You’re now about eight and a half years old and will soon start what is easily the most awkward phase of your life. However, I’m […]
Healthy, Wealthy and Out of Touch: A Letter to Ann Romney
by: Mar Curran Dear Mrs. Romney, Recently, you have been quoted out of context as saying you don’t consider yourself wealthy. Naturally, media pundits and liberals across America were aghast. […]
It Doesn’t Get Better (But You’ll Make It Better): A Letter To My Younger Self
by: Rebecca Kling March 1998, from March 2012 Dear Rebecca, Can I call you Rebecca? I know you haven’t told many people that name. It’s one of the names mom […]
Trapped in the Closet (by Discrimination): Why I’m Not Publicly Out About Being Poly
by: David Chastity I have a confession. David Chastity isn’t my real name. I know, shocking. Feel free to take a moment to process. I blog under a pseudonym. Forty […]
An Open Letter to Kirk Cameron
by: Nico Lang Dear Kirk, This is hard for me—because, in a way, we are like brothers. (Cain and Abel kind of brothers, but brothers nonetheless.) You see, I was […]
It Gets Vegetables: A Letter to Myself at 13
by: Johnny Gall Dear Me at 13, You know how sometimes you’ll lie awake at night and just wish you could talk to yourself as an adult and be reassured […]
