A story told in letters between two women whose husbands are in WWII: 1943-1945. One is from Iowa, one from Mass. They're strangers when they begin the letter exchange and end up as special friends. This was an unusual way to tell the story but I became invested in the characters and their experi...
W. Lawrence June 13, 1925 Dear Ivy, Ah, Friar Laurence. Wasn’t he responsible for that poor girl stabbing herself? I generally give advice on contracts and wills, documents that have everything to do with human emotions, but the distant, dry legal verbiage greatly diminish...
I felt a whole world of trouble run off my back and for the first time in nearly two months I can exhale properly. Oh, the pictures you paint with your words. I can see those women on their knees (thank you for the prayers by the way...my little man is weak, but alive, tha...
Every single bit of this glorious day. Because I want to remember it exactly as it happened. I want to remember it always. I am an engaged woman! There. It is written. I am engaged to Robert Whitehall! My best friend from chi...