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Dear little starry-eyed former self, It hurts, a little, to break this to you, but I'm going to serve it to you straight: you grow u...

Dear Sylvia, It's your birthday today. You would've been eighty-one years old, but of course you're not. You're foreve...

Dear Evelyn, I've been spending so much time with you lately that it feels strange to have stopped. For several weeks in a row the...

Dear future me*, I don’t always like to think of you. I mean, I have enough trouble with present me. There’s so much I want to do and st...

Dear Queensland Summer, I don't want to speak too soon; after all, it's only been -- what -- almost six years? But I think I...

Dear two thousand and twelve, Dude. I feel like you've been hanging in the shadows a bit. One moment you're on the way, and th...

Dear Seth, At just three days old (or is it four? I'm not certain how to count these things), you are far and away the youngest pers...

Dear little seventeen-year-old Danielle, I write to you at age seventeen because apparently that was your -- our -- favourite age. I don...

Dear S-bend under the vanity sink, There are only brief spaces in time that I actually feel like a grown-up. I may be in my early thir...

Oh July, Dear seventh-month-of-the-year, I have to apologise. Quite honestly, I haven't always thought of you with ki...