How lucky I am! How lucky I am to be relentless with my love and to drink it by the mouthful! To slide down snow, run for miles on miles on miles, flex my muscles in the mirror, make silly faces in windows, to clobber you with the biggest bear hug you've ever had when you walk through the door! To see the sunrise! and the sunset! to dance ballet! and swing off ropes and climb up rocks! to unapologetically use exclamation marks! and apologetically ask to be friends again! I be

At 26 I learned that life cannot, should not, will not be doled out in 200 calorie lite packages. I felt it crying on the phone. I felt it on a mountaintop. I felt it in letters and texts and voice memos and tagged photos and soft Sunday smiles and Tuesday evenings, too. I wrote I love yous that hung off my rear view mirror on rides through the mountains and perfumed my car for hours. It was kneaded into bread and scrubbed off kitchen sinks  So this year, Jessica, I hope you

Hello my dear friend, As prolific and verbose as I am, I have not yet mastered the art of communicating my needs and my emotions in real time, and I apologize for the many ways that I will act very differently -- and not very well-- as a friend in this season. Hopefully this little mental escapade I am on will be a gentle and quick journey, but I am not that hopeful, nor am I one to make empty promises, or promises that I know wil have a small likelihood of success. I ask tha