........... a hour and a half long phone chat with my lovely cousin Caleb.
When I was a kid, Caleb and I were penpals and a flurry of letters began. I sometimes think of them as my first blog in a sense, the 12 page (front and back) epistles, full of all the gossip and raptures and heartbreak of a young girl. Caleb always gave great advice on boys, and he even created a secret code for us to write in, to give our letters a greater sense of privacy.
And most of all, by his listening ear, he gave me an outlet, he helped me find my voice.
If my blog was a book, I would dedicate it to him.
When I was a kid, Caleb and I were penpals and a flurry of letters began. I sometimes think of them as my first blog in a sense, the 12 page (front and back) epistles, full of all the gossip and raptures and heartbreak of a young girl. Caleb always gave great advice on boys, and he even created a secret code for us to write in, to give our letters a greater sense of privacy.
And most of all, by his listening ear, he gave me an outlet, he helped me find my voice.
If my blog was a book, I would dedicate it to him.
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