As a form of communication, email sucks. I like writing and receiving real, hold-them-in-your-hand letters. Hard evidence of thoughts and emotions. Something to stick in a book.
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I must stop giving out this site information without warning people what is here, what part of what is here is real, and why I do this.
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Further proof that my job is great: when I got to work this morning, 3-yr-old J. flung himself into my arms, pulled back and looked at my uncombed bedhead and said "Laura, your hair looks really cool today!".
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I got an unexpected check in the mail today for a writing job I thought I had done for for free.
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