Abstract:
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.