Dear Self, You’ve been a stressed out mess lately, not your best self. Exercising, writing and splurging on a yoga class here and there will help tremendously. Do it. Feel joyous again. Dear Tiff Yoshi, We’ve poured our hearts and souls to each other over curry dinners in our small Japanese kitchens. We’ve belted “I don’t want to miss a thing” driving around in the dead of night in cars we weren’t sure would make it those last miles home. We’ve danced, we’ve swam in more beaches than I can count, we’ve claimed an island as our own (hi Kris Nand!) and we’ve laughed until we’ve cried together. You’re getting married this weekend, and even though my body is in D.C., my heart and soul and tears, oh definitely there will be tears! are with you in Hawaii. I love you, and I miss you. Congratulations! PS – Send pictures. Dear Summer, You’ve been the stuff of story books. Don’t end too soon, okay?