Ah...my mother. Ever since I moved from Florida to California for college, I've been receiving letters from her about two times per week. Some I tore up. But most of them, I kept in a large container I hid in the corner of my garage. Now, I'm claiming my place as the official curator for this still-growing, ever-evolving collection of her advice, warnings, fears and curious discoveries.
If you can relate, send me an email at crazymomletters@gmail.com.