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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.


Dear Lauren,

Thank you for doing this letter thing with me. It means a lot that you care enough to always support my interests and even participate in them with me. The only other person I know as eager to support me is Deana. I would have asked her to do this with me, but it’s kind of odd to write letters to someone you live with. That, and I didn’t want to one day in the future find a letter from her telling me she’s leaving for a younger tan Dominican. That’s what SnapChat is for.

Do you do anything for your birthday these days? We didn’t do much yesterday and that’s just how I like it. Deana offered to take me out to dinner, but I wanted to go to the gym and rushing around afterwards didn’t sound like fun. We can always go this weekend, and besides she got me the new Star Wars on Blu-Ray that I wanted to watch. So we did that, ate pizza, and had a few pieces of the jello cake she made for me. Do you remember Gram Janet making that when we were younger? I love it. As good as my low key day was the highlight was seeing little Nolan’s face when he was singing me Happy Birthday on the phone. It’s funny how little short people can have such a direct connection to your heart. You can feel like a crap, and bam, they cut through all of your best defenses like a vintage WVU Tavon Austin run to the end zone and make it all right again.

So to kick these letters into gear, I’ve got a question for you. Do you remember when you started to think of me more as a friend and not just a brother? Or maybe there was never any difference for you. I know growing up I didn’t think of you as a friend. You were my sister that lived upstairs, had a ton of friends, and were really easy to annoy at the dinner table. We didn’t talk about anything very substantial, but that could have just been a product of us being kids and having a million other things occupying our minds. It wasn’t until you were at WVU and I would come to visit that I felt like we were becoming friends. There wasn’t a huge shift right away, but it was the first time we hung out together because we wanted to and not just because we were in the same house. I can remember being happy that our relationship was headed in a new direction. It’ll be interesting to see if you experienced things the same way.  Anyway, I’ll leave it there for now.

Talk to you soon,