by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Both of the teenage girls were star students, and one will likely be named valedictorian of her class this spring. I was sitting across the table from them at a church banquet and couldn’t help but overhear:
“So how to you do it?”
“You mean mail it?”
“Yeah. It has to be mailed. I can’t text