Twenty five years ago I met a handsome, fun, committed Christian guy. Three days later I decided I’d marry him. I only had one problem. He got on a plane back to El Salvador, his home country, leaving me behind in Texas.
How were my guy and I going get to know each other? Back in the days before cell phones, internet and WhatsApp, talking on the telephone was expensive.
One day the mailman brought me a treasure: a letter from Jose! Excited beyond words, I ripped open the envelope only to find that I couldn’t read his handwriting. Like a spy working feverishly to crack a code, I spent an hour deciphering the letter. [Read more…]