A Letter To The “Adulting” Artist

Dear “Adulting” Artist, Why did we sign up for this shit? Seriously. Why did we yearn for the day of our independence? Why couldn’t we have just been happier with the innocence of childhood and the whimsicality that it allotted us? I keep

Dear Future Daughter,

This isn’t about the day you were born, because I don’t know that story yet. This isn’t about how I met your father, because I can’t say for sure that I can tell that story right now, either. This letter is about how much I