Jay

I found his obituary and it's clear his family loved him very much, just as our family loved Javier. That's like a really beautiful sentiment. Yeah, it is. Yeah. I've been musing about what could make a 23-year-old man who was full of potential go on a robbery and murder spree, but this email is long enough.

The whole ordeal was traumatizing for my family, and my theory is that it created a generational anxiety that fuels our interest in true crime. Or maybe it's just a horrible story that I feel the need to wrap up nicely. Either way, stay sexy and don't carjack people, Jay, she, her.

The whole ordeal was traumatizing for my family, and my theory is that it created a generational anxiety that fuels our interest in true crime. Or maybe it's just a horrible story that I feel the need to wrap up nicely. Either way, stay sexy and don't carjack people, Jay, she, her.

That's a classic hometown.

That's a classic hometown.

This email makes it clear that Jay has a really big heart. You know what I mean? I totally got that just from the story being told. Right.

This email makes it clear that Jay has a really big heart. You know what I mean? I totally got that just from the story being told. Right.

Ha!

Ha!

No. Yeah.

No. Yeah.

No, we did not.

No, we did not.

My last one's called the Anne Frank sandwich story. Hello, I love you all. Let's fucking go. For the past 10 years, I have been the proud stepmom to Ella, 20, and Sam, 23. And I myself have a pretty rad stepmom. This story took place when Ella was around seven. My husband and I had been struggling to get Ella to eat the lunches we packed her for school. The excuses were rampant.

My last one's called the Anne Frank sandwich story. Hello, I love you all. Let's fucking go. For the past 10 years, I have been the proud stepmom to Ella, 20, and Sam, 23. And I myself have a pretty rad stepmom. This story took place when Ella was around seven. My husband and I had been struggling to get Ella to eat the lunches we packed her for school. The excuses were rampant.

Ran out of time, didn't have a fork, an alien invaded the lunchroom, etc. It was a temporarily frustrating time in our lives, to be sure, and many grapes were sacrificed. One day after school, Ella was telling me about her day and what she learned. As she did so, her excitement grew. She wrote a book. She's famous. As if the subject were a pop culture celebrity.

Ran out of time, didn't have a fork, an alien invaded the lunchroom, etc. It was a temporarily frustrating time in our lives, to be sure, and many grapes were sacrificed. One day after school, Ella was telling me about her day and what she learned. As she did so, her excitement grew. She wrote a book. She's famous. As if the subject were a pop culture celebrity.

As I listened, it did not seem as if said historical figure's whole story had been told. And I started to wonder what the fuck to say to help her understand the horror and atrocity Anne Frank endured without crushing my sweet child's innocence. Yeah.

As I listened, it did not seem as if said historical figure's whole story had been told. And I started to wonder what the fuck to say to help her understand the horror and atrocity Anne Frank endured without crushing my sweet child's innocence. Yeah.

I asked her a few follow-ups as she unpacked her things, and we delicately made our way around the topic until it seemed she started to grasp the tiny bits of reality being sprinkled in, and her fangirl tone became a little more balanced. How do you?