letters | h/hostess (husband, help, hope) #atozchallenge

letters | a to z | what sandra thinks

I made a few passes at this one…

Dear Husband,

I started writing to you but it felt familiar. Too familiar. So I did a search on my own blog, and it all came back to me. Last year, my A-to-Z theme was ‘I was just thinking…’ in which I wrote whatever I was thinking (like that really required an explanation). Guess what I wrote about for H? Right… husband. I even continued that post into I (for imagination). I’ve decided that I don’t want to essentially rewrite those posts in letter form so I’m ending this now.

Dear Help,

Where are you when I need you? I don’t even know where to send this letter, so maybe I’ll roll it up, stick it in a bottle, and throw it into the sea. A shark will probably eat it.

Dear Hope,

You really don’t even exist for me so I have no idea why I would write you a letter.

Dear Hostess,

Thanks for being part of my childhood. You bring back great memories. Yes, many of my memories are tied to food. Is that normal?

At this point in my life, I have no idea how I could ever have loved Twinkies the most. Nope. Now I want the apple pies, powdered donuts, and cupcakes. And I mean the original chocolate cupcakes, none of those offensive new varieties you’ve put out there. I’ve even baked cakes and cupcakes in your image. I’m cute, I know.

I also want to apologize for not bringing you home very often. But I have no control when you’re around, and while eating an entire box of your cupcakes seems like a great idea, I know it would only end in regret.

We had a scare back in 2012 when you went bankrupt. But thankfully, you came back to me. Now if I could only get back tiny Chiclets and those yummy Morton frozen donuts Mom used to buy…

p.s. — Now I’ve given myself a craving and I can’t even go out and buy powdered donuts…


©2020 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy, too. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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14 Responses to letters | h/hostess (husband, help, hope) #atozchallenge

  1. I get Twinkie’s being your favorite as a kid. They used to be a lot better. And, I’m convinced the key to Keith Richards’ immortality is due to a combination of alcohol and Twinkies, with the alcohol being an antiseptic and the preservatives in Twinkies exponentially increasing his shelf life. 😏

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  2. Liam says:

    Of course memories of childhood are tied to food. Marcel Proust wrote seven whole novels about remembering when he ate a Madeleine cake, after all, so you’re not alone.

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  3. Damn you, you’ve given me a craving!

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  4. mydangblog says:

    Oh, them Hostess cupcakes! My mom wasn’t a baker so it was the closest we ever got besides those Pillsbury oven cookies:-)

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  5. jrvincente says:

    I hate those cravings! And as always, thank you for being so honest. ❤

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