#48 Until All the World Had Been Stripped of SweetnessAbout 8 years ago, I went out to dinner with a new friend. She was chic, boho-gorgeous, and had the effortless confidence of someone who...
#47 If They Were Me and I Was YouWhat's killing me here is the inscription in mom's distinctive handwriting to both my brother and me. Our birthdays are 3 weeks apart. I...