“It was the first letter, the first word, the first sentence with no punctuation mark in sight. It was a beautiful, messy beginning, an honest truth written in script, in a handwriting with loops and curves only we could decipher. It was real. It was painful. It was healing. And most of all, it was ours.”

“It was the first letter, the first word, the first sentence with no punctuation mark in sight. It was a beautiful, messy beginning, an honest truth written in script, in a handwriting with loops and curves only we could decipher. It was real. It was painful. It was healing. And most of all, it was ours.”

— Kandi Steiner