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Dear Bridget, These are my confessions of a teenage drama queen

Dear Bridget,

You know that feeling you get when you first hear a really really good song for the very first time? I still get that when I hear “Hello” bye Adele. I know it’s too late to still feel that way. And I think I’ll always get that feeling when I hear it. At least, I hope so. How mainstream of me. Something about that feeling is underestimated or forgotten by most, and I always want to be able to remember that magic of a perfect new song.

These are my confessions:

  1. I used to save all the butterfingers in the candy bowl at my old job for my boss, even though everyone told me he was a sociopath. I wasn’t sure that he was a sociopath, but I think now I’m sure he was. Even crazy people deserve somebody who will save their favorite candies for them.
  2. My freshman year roommate, she slept on top of her covers so that it always looked like she made her bed even when she didn’t.
  3. I remember one of the first times we met, you were in my driveway with your mom; she was dropping off Christmas presents and you wanted to come up the driveway to visit. We were both still wet haired from swim practice.
  4. I don’t always have it together.

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    beats by dre/work

  5. Once I told a girl in 2nd grade to go to hell because she stole my favorite fuchsia marker and refused to admit it.That didn’t go over very well at a Christian school.
  6. I feel guilty before I go to bed if I haven’t folded my pants and put them in my pants drawer. I’ve been going to bed with my pants on the floor a lot lately.
  7. I put my fingerprint ID into my friend’s phone so that I can unlock it without knowing the passcode (against his will). He still doesn’t know.
  8. One of the feelings I love most in the world is the feeling that you get when you take the very first sip of coffee in the morning. A lot of times I take that feeling for granted.
  9. Lately I’ve been sleeping with so many pillows in my bed that I’m not sure how I fit in there

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    perks of being a single lady drama queen

  10. I’m really not the best at giving people their clothes back if I borrow them or they leave them at my house.
  11. There is only one dog in the whole world that I would kick if it got near me; it lives downstairs and it’s the most vicious menace of a chihuahua and I’m pretty sure that it could kill me if given the chance. I think it has tried to kill me before. (common consensus: everyone who has met this dog wants to kick it).
  12. Please come home soon.

Dear Anna, And so it is

It is funny the way certain things stick with you. Do you remember the time you found me in a ball on your bathroom floor at 5 in the morning. You told  me I should eat something and you set a can of nuts on the floor by my head. That morning always sticks with me, even though it hurt real bad. And so it is.

Today at work its just me and Sue, the rest have gone home. This happens a lot to Sue and me, you see.  I say, ” Just us agin, Sue.  We should get out more” and Sue says, ” Oh you go on home, its fine”, and I say, ” Oh I will in not too long”,  but I don’t.  And so it is.

I told Glenn I would plan a date for us tonight. Planning dates is harder than it seems. There are too many options and not enough time and energy to try them all. I think we will go get smoothies and return duplicate wedding gifts to Target.  I will say, “We can each buy 1 thing with our new found Target money”.  I will buy a dress and he will say, ” Theres nothing I really want today”.  I will buy 2 dresses. And so it is.

I miss you a great deal. I wonder if maybe you can come out here to visit us soon? It would make us happy. I will allow to bring 1 friend.

I love you. And so it is.


Dear Bridget, What if You Were Missing A Letter on your Keyboard?

Dear Bridget,

You ever wonder what it would be like if you were missing a letter on your keyboard? I mean, what if you had to live life with just 25 letters instead of 26… If you were missing the “g” you would always be “goin” instead of going, or “livin” instead of living, and what would people think of you? But all you’d be able to say is “I’m just missin the “g” ya’ll, everyone’s ot somethin they’re not proud of but we can’t help it”. Probably we’d all be a little more willin to understand each other if we were missin somethin important like a letter in our lanuae.

This is the song I can’t stop listening to right now. It’s to be expected, you should already know.

My baby cat is back in the habit of cuddling with me in his sleep again because it’s fall and he’s cold, and I get it because I’m cold too. We’ve gotta help each other out. But I don’t bite him while he’s sleeping and he does bite me when I’m sleeping sometimes so I kick him out. Because one must have manners about being a bed buddy, capiche? But he can’t help it cause he’s wild. People don’t really understand the love of cats, but I don’t think they really understand their own selves in that case. People who don’t like cats are just the afraid types, I think.

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This is a picture of a fun time I had ^

The lights are like stars and the sky is white in the night.

This is a photo of what every day looks like here in Atlanta lately. It’s the land of the grey. As you know, I detest fall, but I might like it more if the sky weren’t constantly crying. Who is to like a season where there is no sun? I’ll give autumn a second chance when the sun comes out. This street goes almost to my house if you’ll let it. And straight on til morning, that’s what I tell myself when standing at the bottom of this hill, preparing to run up it all the way home.

You’re my favorite type of Bridget I’ve ever met. Never forget, the shoe does not belong on the head.

Best Wishes,

Anna Mabel Myers

Dear Anna, It’s Good to be a Nobody

I met a man named Kerry on Saturday.  Kerry is the new guy who is going to be taking over my room in my house families place when I move out. He stopped by to take a look at everything while they weren’t home so I showed him around and we got to talking. He is a sad man, Anna.  He has marital troubles, you see. He’s made some mistakes but he’s trying real hard to get better. His wife is sick and that’s been tough, but he wants to make her happy. Per her request he has lost 15 pounds! He’s in counseling. He’s making more money (his wife is all about money). I think he would have talked longer but his friend called him and said he had a stroke so he had to go check on him.

One good thing about Kerry is that he is very short so he will fit so nicely in that tiny bed in the room. So hopefully that will be the first of many good things to come into his life.

There is another man I met named Paul. He is the gate attendant at the apartment complex where I teach swim lessons. He says swim lessons are very important for kids because if a kid does not know how to swim they will be pushed into the pool and everyone will laugh at them while they flounder around.  That happened to him once. He told his fosters parents about it and they said,“Too bad you didn’t drown”. He still seems upset about it.  I don’t blame him one bit, I would still be upset about that too.

Life is hard thing. I’m glad strangers are so easy to talk to or else life would be a lot harder on a whole lot of people. It’s good to be able to spill your guts to a nobody and feel completely safe.  I like being somebody’s nobody sometimes.

I miss you. I love you. Come back and I will buy you a breakfast burrito and a big coke.

It’s not a bribe, it’s my love language.

Yours Always,


Dear Bridget, All the Cities Are Different; So Are All the Lives.

Dear Bridget,

This is your city from the air:

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This is my city, but from my point of view, and not from everyone else’s:

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And this is the biggest city, all lights, only at night:

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So you see, they’re all different. All the people in all the places all have their own normal. Everyone thinks that their normal is the best, probably. Kind of like everyone loves their own bed the best. Just because it’s their own. But it’s nice to sleep in a hotel bed sometimes, too.

You drove to Chicago once, just like Sufjan says. I have a lot to say lately, but can’t say a lot of what I have to say. I know that you know how that feels. Did you like cherry life-savers as a child? I think probably everyone did. Once I got a set of all different types of rolls of lifesavers for Christmas. I was allergic to red dye number 40, so my mom gave away the roll of exclusively cherry lifesavers to a man at her work whose name was Sparky. His real name was Michael, and his wife’s name was Dawn. I was sad, because I knew what the cherry lifesavers tasted like (i.e. heaven), but I wasn’t allowed to have them, because they made me hurl red barf everywhere. I’m not allergic to red dye number 40 anymore. I outgrew it, I guess, just like you outgrow a lot of things that used to define who you are. If you know what I mean.

Sorry I missed your call last night. I had low battery.

You’re my favorite person who lives in San Francisco.

This picture reminds us of who we are, as people.

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I love you more than I love grapefruit leinenkeugels,


Dear Anna, Coffee Makers Don’t Intimidate Me

I told you the other day while you were out visiting that I started writing you a letter but hadn’t finished it. This is that letter.  While looking at this one, I also found some other half finished letters I thought you might like me to send, so here goes…

Did I ever tell you I make the coffee at work most days?  I don’t mind because I like the coffee best when I make it myself. Today I heard a woman say coffee makers intimidate her. It made me sad because I have felt the same way before. But now I don’t.

I’ve been watching movies. Some films, but a lot that are just movies. You know most times when you watch a movie you see yourself, or parts of yourself,  in the characters.  That’s half the fun of watching a movie. Lately though, I see you in the characters instead.  Which, to be honest,  is equally as enjoyable to me.

Today Moses and I ate breakfast on your floor while you were at work. We had a competition about who liked fish best, he won of course.

It could be my conservative Christian home school upbringing,  but when the power goes out my first thought is, “This must be the end of days”.

Thanks for never minding my half finished thoughts. And for teaching me to just send them all even if they aren’t perfect yet.

I love you more than I love following the rules.

Love Always,

Your Bridget

Remember when we died?


If I die young bury me in a white cotton button down

Dear Bridget, Do You Know What It Feels Like to Explode?

Hello Bridget,

It’s almost your birthday. I have been thinking of your birthday ever since I first heard this song months ago. It’s a sad song, and you aren’t a sad person, but it is a beautiful song, and you are a beautiful person. It’s almost your birthday, you know.

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Don’t you want someone to have said this of you many, many years from now?

Summer is a wild time. People are doing things they don’t ever do, I think. Nobody wears clothes, and everyone sweats all the time, but no one really cares. Our lives get shaken up like a snowglobe and we all just run around waiting for the sparkles to settle.

I rearranged my room again, speaking of snowglobes. I had to move my bed. I think I’ve exhausted my options of places to move my bed with ease. Next time I move my bed to a new place it’ll mean that I’ll need a friend who can also help me move my dresser, because I’ve pretty much put my bed on all of the other walls, except for the wall with my hella heavy dresser. Sometimes when things feel stuck or all moving around or everything all together, you just have to move your bed around to feel like you have control of the change that’s happening in your life. Maybe everyone doesn’t feel that way. But apparently I do.

A week from now I’ll be sleeping in your bed and eating bread pudding with you and your roommate family and playing monopoly with you on the floor with our buddies in California. It’ll be a grand time and I’m holding my breath until it happens.

See you soon, amigo.

I love you more than you hate vegan mexican food (and GRACIAS MADRE for that).



I’m already tired thinking about the flight though.