Follow the Sea

Everywhere smells like turkey. The kitchen, the family room, the office, the hallway, the bathroom, my bedroom, the porch.  It’s everywhere.  I cannot escape it.  It’s getting past the sweatshirt I’m breathing through.  My head.

Dear Authority Figure,

It usually doesn’t bother me, but it’s spelled M-e-a-g-h-a-n.  Not Megan, Meagan, Meghan, or Maeghan. If you don’t know how to spell it -ask.  If I’m not around, look at a directory.  Or the very email address you’re sending a message to.  It’s not rocket science. It’s really hard to respect you when you don’t have the common courtesy to spell my name correctly.