"What doesn't kill us gives us something new to write about." -Julie Wright
An Open Letter to My Husband
My husband. I never get tired of saying that even though I've said it at least a million times in the ten months we've been married. No matter what title you have held in my life, my friend, my boyfriend, my fiancée, and now my husband, you have always consistently been a person I couldn't live without. When we first got together life wasn't the easiest for either of us. I had an extreme anxiety disorder and you were working so many hours you didn't know what to do with yourself when you weren't working (some things never change), but through anything and everything you have always stayed strong for both of us. This piece is a testament to the incredible man I have come to know and love over the five years we've been together, I know how hard you work for us and our future, I believe you deserve a little recognition.
The Black Forest Inn
For those of you who have worked in the restaurant business you know it isn't an easy career. You work nights, holidays, and weekends. You miss recitals, games, and events that you look back on through pictures or videos. The same can be said for any family-run business. Seeing your family 24 hours a day seven days a week make you closer than most families, but can also cause you to grate on each others nerves more than most. The family at the Black Forest Inn in Stanhope, New Jersey manages to combine these two kinds of business and has been successful at it for 40 years. Their history is something remarkable and has survived in a town that has lost most of its business's during the years, but they have managed to survive.
An Open Letter to my Grandfather
Well I never called you grandpa, I called you Ed, we all called you Ed and when I was little I always felt like the most special girl in the world because I had something no one else did, I had my very own Ed. I had someone who was like a grandfather to me, but I was allowed to call you Ed and that just added to your charm. It's taken me a little while since you've died to be able to even think about you without crying, but I'm giving myself some credit on that since it's still only been a few months. So now I'm here writing this letter because I think it's something you'd encourage me to do, to write through my grief because you always encouraged me to write and to do anything even mildly educational, so here it goes.