Dear 30, 

That moment where your mother calls your sister wondering what HBF means makes you realize that sometimes you speak your own language. So here's a little LP dictionary (with three short but sort of important entries) to make sure you know where we're going with all this. Because I know it's been bugging you too. Mom: sorry for the confusion.

HBF  [noun]
Short for Handsome Boy Friend, a name Kevin actually gave himself when he posted a photo to my Instagram feed. Shown above, HBF is tall, has great hair, cleans the house, carries heavy things for me, wears fancy denim and likes to fish. He's a catch. (See what I did there?) He's probably also embarrassed while reading this. Hi Kev!

The List [noun]
Each year I write "the list." Since I was 27, I've been blogging about "the list." Basically I look at birthdays as my own personal new year and make a list of resolutions (which I define as things I wanna do, not necessarily things I've never done before, but things that should be accomplished in the year ahead). I take the whole thing relatively seriously. This year more so than ever. Probably because of the new decade. Being thirty is serious business. Over the years (even pre-blogger) I have gathered a whole mess of stories about where the list has taken me. More on that on August 22nd. 

52 Letters [noun, blog series] 
Write a letter a week is #5 on the list (described above). Writing a letter a week is hard. 52 letters doesn't seem like much. I wrote 12 handwritten thank yous just this afternoon. But writing a letter a week to living things, sets of stairs leading up to an apartment or people you miss having around-- that's tough, man. There's a series in the works you can catch up on (I'm up to letter 6. My 30th year is up to week 11.5) should you wonder if a letter has yet been dedicated to you. You're welcome to suggest a worthy recipient.

Three entires does not a dictionary make, but I'm sure a few more will pop up along the way.
Still unsure? Let me know. We'll work through it together. 

xo-LP