“‘Mom, you don’t live here anymore. We changed the lock,’ my daughter casually texted, after I returned home from a one-week trip and my key didn’t fit the lock. I just replied, ‘That’s brave.’ I didn’t shout. I did this. Three days later, she received a letter. When she opened it, she was left speechless…”
When I came home from a one-week trip to Phoenix, the first thing I noticed was how quiet the street felt. Not peaceful-quiet. Watchful-quiet. My […]