On drawing food as an art — and an emotional process.
To those who have touched my twenty-one years of life but are no longer a part of it,
I hope all is well with you. It’s been a while. It could be a month or two. Or maybe over a decade. Either way, hello.
I turned twenty-one this past January. Crazy, I know. I hope you’ve had beautiful birthdays since the last time we’ve spoken. And I hope the years between those birthdays have been beautiful too.
I’m a lot different since I last saw you. I’m learning more about myself every single day. Sometimes it feels like I’m backtracking, or like I don’t know myself at all. But I can’t even say I’m the same person I was a month ago. So I’ve realized it’s okay to get confused by myself every once in a while.
I wanted to write to you for a lot of reasons. To say…
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Katie Hoffman expresses her love for her second password: “You’re the special one, with your nonsensical combination of symbols, numbers, and upper- and lowercase letters. Do you know how many times I’ve clicked, ‘Forgot my password,’ and entered my mother’s middle name and the city I was born for you?”