Tag: mail

A letter came to my house the other day, but it wasn’t addressed to me. It was for a 12-year-old boy named Marcus.

No return address and stamped at a post office two states away. Hmmm.

“Hey, Marcus, you got some mail!” I yelled from my office.

“Me? Who’s it from?” he asked as he ambled into the room.

“No idea. Open it.”

As he ... Read More

You know what I just realized? I do not know the name of the woman who delivers my mail.

Usually my mail carrier just leaves the letters in the box by the road and eventually I wander out and collect them. But every few months, she pulls her truck into my driveway and hops out to hand me a package or ... Read More