An Open Letter to the Girl who Used to be my Best Friend

I think about you and our friendship often. It was one of those one a kind, once in a million type of friendships. Even though we’re not there anymore that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten. I want you to know several things. I remember, I remember all our adventures and inside jokes and daydreams and favorite…

An Open Letter to the Girls in Our Freshman Dorm

Dorm rooms are a funny thing.  You live in them for a semester or two.  They’re drab, maybe a tad shabby until you dress them up.  You move all your stuff in when it’s hot out, probably on the same day you’re meeting the person you’ll be cohabiting with for the next year.  You spend the next 9…