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Past Jess

A Letter To Myself, On The First Day Of Grade Nine

Dear J-Beau, Put down that copy of Tiger Beat for a moment to please read this important time-travelling message from future you. Hello. This is 28-year-old Jess writing to 13-year-old Jessica (FYI the -ica will be eliminated in your twenties for efficiency). It has come to my attention that you are going to begin your… Read More »

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A Love Letter To Thrift Stores

If you are a thrift store, I want you bad. It’s a bold, direct way to say it, I know, but that’s the only way to do this. I mean, if I’ve learned anything from hours rummaging and combing through racks of gently (or not-so-gently) used merchandise, it’s that if you see something, you go… Read More »

A Love Letter to Libraries

A Love Letter to The Library

I don’t completely know how to say this, so I will use a combination of the English language and computer keys and try my best: I love the library. I am not… great… with emotions. But there, I said it. I did it. I expressed feelings that expanded further than “UGHHH everyone is the worst,”… Read More »

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A Love Letter to Rainy Summer Days

To you, Rainy Summer Day, I don’t know how to say this subtly, so I’ll just say it: I love you. So much. Like Adam Levine loves his own shirtless body; Like Colin Firth loves Elizabeth Bennett in BBC’s “Pride and Prejudice.” You are Elizabeth, and I am Colin, and I am asking you to… Read More »


How I Finally Spoke Up to a Catcaller

I was 11 the first time I felt was catcalled. I was walking home from the library, wearing the baggy clothes I used to hide a body I didn’t like anymore because it was bigger than everybody else’s. I bent down to tie up a shoelace when someone whistled at me from a car and… Read More »


An Open Letter to Brett Lawrie and His Moustache

Dear Brett, A few questions for you. What? When? How? But most importantly, why? WHY? WHHHHHHHYYYYYYYY AUHGAUAGHGAUAHGUGAHUGAHHGAUGAH. Confused? GOOD. Because now you know how I felt on Tuesday evening when I went to the Blue Jays game and saw that you had somehow, over the course of a day, gotten yourself a teen-stache. At first… Read More »