
Thirty-first
Dear July, In the middle of the month, I was talking to a friend about these
Dear July, In the middle of the month, I was talking to a friend about these
Dear July, I am almost delirious with exhaustion so here is a barely lucid ranking of
Dear July, I am very sick. It turns out the sore throat I thought I’d beaten
Dear July, There’s this essay I’ve been trying to write for almost two months. I’ve pitched
Dear July, Tonight I stayed up reading until my eyes were heavy and I couldn’t stay
Dear July, I still get a thrill out of coming home to my boyfriend. While I’m
Dear July, I was thinking today about how obsessively I chronicle my existence. If you wanted
Dear July, I spent a lot of today trying not think too much about the fifteen
Dear July, We ate breakfast at the market, winding through the aisles in a loose line,
Dear July, At different times in my life, I’ve had different answers to the question “what
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Alexandra Neill is a writer, critic and producer. She writes cultural criticism with a focus on comedy, television, internet culture and friendship.