Dear Emma Aikman, last night you played paper football with me on the floor. I must say, you are pretty good with those touchdowns. And I think you're brave to let me flick sidewinder field goals at you. Dear 4 Hours of Disc Golf, I should have worn sunscreen. Ouch. Dear Non-fiction Books, you easily win my heart over with your real-life stories, details that can never be learned in a history classroom, and feels-like-I'm-there moments. Thank you for the entertainment and life challenges that are riddled throughout your pages. Dear Mrs. Loerke, this could be us in 50 years! (Just swap out the floral prints for Patagonia pullovers and Chacos).
Over and out,
Fiction or non-fiction?