The ink on the envelope in the familiar hand makes me smile. It’s from Nigel Goodwin, our friend across the pond, who means so much to us. His letters, always written by hand...
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I’d had a rough day. Actually, it had been a rough year.
After picking up my two-year-old from preschool, I drove into our driveway and went to the mailbox. I pulled out a few bills, some junk, and a small envelope addressed by hand—my sister’s hand. I recognized the handwriting...
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