Dear Wigleaf,

I am writing this at my writing desk with a five year old by my side. She says she likes weird things and I happen to agree. I once saw a UFO in North Dakota, so God only knows what's running through my synapses and neuroses. What's the strangest thing you've ever seen? For some reason the word "love" popped into my mind. I hope it's not that. We need all we can get.

When I was in Montana last week, which is the reason this mail finds you late, I found some old writings of mine. I was probably eight years old. In one, I said I believed in aliens, the loch ness monster and Bigfoot. In another, I said Kim Basinger was my favorite actress. I hope it was inspired by the old classic "My Stepmother is an Alien," and not "9 1/2 Weeks."

I took all the writings home with me. It's nice to remember who I was, even if I am still that tiny person hunting, wishing, hoping that strange things find me, find us all.

Love,
Jules