Suppose fog floated in while you were taking a nap. You wake up and can't see a thing. But you can feel the soft air and smell flowers, hear birds singing and the people you love talking. You might conclude you are in heaven. Which would be a funny mistake. Or would it be a mistake at all?
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.