I have written for over two years on Dear Harvey throughout my grief and heartache, articulating the rawness of my losses. On Thanksgiving 2015, I understood it was time for a new chapter begin. I needed a a new platform to express myself. I can see ahead again. I have a future I am hopeful about. Once again, I can imagine and plan and dream. So here they are: the beautiful, the messy and the true. Love letters to my new life.