Love Letters from Mom

On a boat with mom somewhere near Copenhagen a long time ago on our first international trip and drinking my first “pop”

I got a “B” in Medieval History, I broke up with my boyfriend, I still wasn’t sure about my major, and I didn’t like my job at the local pizza parlor. Life was stressful as a freshman in college! So, I did what I always did. I called Mom. I pulled the telephone cord hard so it would reach my side of the dorm room (yes, we had phone cords), lit a candle, curled up on my new, pink bedspread, dialed (yes, we dialed), and told Mom everything.

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Systems Thinker & Doer. Writer. Advisor. Speaker. Contextualizer. Connector.

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