And the letters keep coming. Rather than returning them to sender, I'm keeping them. There's a book idea germinating in the recesses of my mind.
But I wonder if my mailman now thinks that I am one of those crazy women who fall in love with death row inmates.
We Are Family, My Kangaroo Sisters and Me - This article is ten years old now. But in revisiting this blog, I saw this post among my drafts and had to publish it. Had to. I am not sure to what d...
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