Dear Teen Rebekah, You’ve just made the freshman cheerleading squad the summer before ninth grade. You’re super excited. Cheerleading is your LIFE. You live. Breathe. Eat cheerleading. But your parents are going to pretty much ruin your life when they tell you that they’ve lost the house and you have…
Category: Teen
Dear Teen Me, Don’t worry, things won’t always be this way. You know Mark? Yeah, the chowderhead who uses you as his own personal punching bag. He thinks he’s pretty cool smacking you around, doesn’t he? Tries to make you feel weak and stupid. That’s what bullies do. You’d like…
Dear teen Jus, You’re familiar with bullies. A little on the quirky side, no one really gets you. As you get older, you’ll realize that people have a hard time accepting things they don’t understand. People who are different from them. And you my dear, are an original. Right now…
Dear Teen Me, Please, please, stop thinking about becoming a drug dealer. I know you’re thinking about it because your scumbag father became a pathetic cliché and left you and your mom for his secretary. I know you’re thinking about it because you’re so poor that you sometimes have to…
Dear Teen Julie, I know what you’re thinking. Why the ominous letter of warning from future you? What the hell is about to happen? Relax. This isn’t a life or death visit. Today I’m here with a tiny piece of insight and wisdom. I know about the Math teacher that…
Dear Teen Shannon, There are many kinds of bullies. There are the boys on the bus. The ones that form a gauntlet of grabbing hands that you are forced to press through getting to and from your assigned seat. The taunting boys that make you wish you were invisible. The…
Did you catch the first excerpt from our upcoming release, Love and Other Unknown Variables? If not you can check it out here. Here is another glimpse inside the story… Excerpt I should let her walk away and be thankful she didn’t punch me, but without thinking, I touch her…
Dear Teen Anna, To this very day, I’m proud of you. Remember riding the bus in middle school? Sweaty Augusts, football players who hadn’t yet learned about the magic that is deodorant, and that one kid Adrian who always tripped you as you walked by? Good job on spraying him…
Dear Teen Me, This is a hard letter to write because I know perfectly well you never listened to anyone. At age sixteen, you knew everything and nobody could tell you anything, not even older, time-traveling me. But I’ll impart my wisdom nonetheless, just as if you weren’t a cynical…
Dear Ellen, You’re hurting right now, and not just emotionally, but physically, too. What kind of person jerks back your chair in language lab, just as you’re sitting down? There isn’t enough room in the cubicle for you to completely clear the seat, so before your butt can hit the…