seventy-eight: a letter for Jen

Jen and I worked together—she was my boss for a hot second. In a few short weeks, this bubbly blonde made quite a favorable impression. I respect her very much and will miss her dearly.

March 20, 2011


As far as I can tell, the only upside of this whole situation is the ability to consume bananas freely. You should know I would gladly trade the doctor-recommended potassium to hear your laugh echoing up the stairs.

I don’t know what’s what, and I never need to know. You were beautifully composed, but I’ve worked enough years to know an ‘exit’ when I see one. I’m so sorry and really hope the beer garden and the seventy-degree day offered solace.

Let me know when you’re jones-ing for some jam butter and biscuits and we’ll meet for a proper brunch with cocktails. And in the meantime, sincere well wishes. I know encouragement goes a long way when you’re at a crossroads in your life (I should know—I feel like someone so gave me the wrong road map!). I do hope we’ll stay in touch!

Lost without you,


Sugar Paper

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