Scarlett’s Letters

Before I learned the calmative qualities of butter pecan ice cream, I thought seriously about taking my tea cup to the river. From my sister-in-law s spur of the moment decision to dig up her husband s grave, my daughter s planned sabbatical to Kosovo, and my inability to grasp the simple concept of insurance deductibles as they relate to third person injuries incurred when a dependent is hit by a blue Bronco that is simultaneously licensed in two states with liberal Governors. Scarlett s Letters are for those kindred spirits who wonder if they are the only inhabitants of personal Twilight Zones.