Life has somehow gotten away from me after the Memorial Day weekend.
Fear not, I’ll be back next week with another letter brimming with 100 percent human-generated content.
Love, Erin
ps: Need some O’Brien just the same? How about a love letter to (sigh) Peter or some life aspirations?
I'm still trying to figure out where April went and now I'm told it's June, while the weather feels like March.
That's ok; I wish some of life would get away from me these days. I'm thinking of setting some Hav-a-Hart traps, like they use for groundhogs and possums, and relocating some life to the nearest woods.