I am Committed

Over the past few months I’ve found myself reading biographies on people that lived well before modern times. One of the things that struck me as particularly interesting was the way writers went about gathering information on their subjects. There were no TV interviews to watch, no documents left behind on the internet, and no living relatives to interview. The best way to learn about the subjects was through the letters they left behind.

Because fame is right around the corner for me and biographies on my life will be in great demand 100 years from now, I thought that leaving behind a trail of letters (digital though they may be) sounded like a great idea. In my opinion, letters are the most illuminating form of communication we have and the idea of experimenting with that was too intriguing to pass over. My younger sister, Lauren, will be participating in an ongoing letter share with me. Where it goes and what we learn about one another I have no idea. Follow along and find out with us.




It might seem like I dropped the ball again and didn’t return your last letter in a timely fashion but that is not the case. I wrote an entire letter over the span of a few hours, proofread it a billion times, and then decided not to publish it. I wasn’t happy with at least 50% of the content so rather than send you something half assed I just left it to float in the ether. With that said, I’m stating here and now that I’m committed to keeping this thing going. I enjoy writing you, you enjoy writing me, and more than one person has commented to me in person that they enjoy reading our correspondence. So for consistencies sake, I’m making Thursday my day to post a letter to you and I’d ask that you make Tuesday your day to post a letter to me. That gives us plenty of time to read, think, and respond in between. Deal?

It was nice to see you and the kids this past weekend. We don’t get that many visitors so when we do we really appreciate it.  Hearing people laughing when it’s not just me giggling at the same Homer Simpson joke I’ve heard for the 400th time makes the house feel alive. And seeing your kids find ways to have fun in our yard made me happy as well. I’ve been wondering if the layout was kid friendly and it appears the answer yes. Nolan didn’t know it, but he was doing me a major favor digging in the flower bed thing and grabbing all of the old dead bulbs the previous owner must have planted long ago. He thought he was giving me “the legendary monkey egg” but really he was just saving me a few seconds of hunching over in the future.

I don’t know how you handle both of them day in and day out being the sole caregiver. That’s not to imply they are bad, but they require a crap ton of attention. You have to listen to jokes, pointless stories, complaints, hold them when they cry, get  food, make sure they’re eating, check that they aren’t ruining something in another room, etc, etc. etc. and that’s not easy. Even if you feel like you’ve reached a breaking point and have had to scream or cry due to all the stress, the fact that you keep picking yourself back up and doing it all over again without them being any of the wiser is admirable. Not everyone has that in them but you do. I hope one day I prove to be the same.

It looks like I’m heading your way this Saturday. Matt asked me if I wanted to go to the WVU game on Saturday and of course I said yes. Hopefully we get back in town afterwards early enough that I can see you and get the kids to sing another annoying Xmas song for a few hours. Even though I like to lighten your load a bit when I’m around, I still take my Uncle duties seriously. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t convince them to do something annoying or weird. When was the last time you went to a WVU game? Have you ever been with your kids?

Talk soon,


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