if you care about anybody's kids help
Letter to Grace Hey Grace, I know this might sound out of the blue, but I really need your help. It feels like your family barely acknowledges me—like I’m invisible—and honestly, I’m lost. I’d give anything if you could just help me find my way home, whatever that means these days. Here’s what’s going on: I’ve been trying to get a message to Mariska Hargitay because her son is being threatened by the same people who’ve been after me. People keep saying I’m crazy, but the scars I carry are real, and all I want is for someone to actually pay attention. If you can, please pass this message along to Mariska (her Twitter name is Jacqueline Reyas, in case you need it): Hey Mariska, Quick question: Do they make toddler-sized badges for kindergarteners? Because it seems like all you need to be a “big shot” these days is a shiny star, a questionable sense of justice, and maybe a juice box. Here’s the tea: My stalker—who thinks he’s part detective, part playground bully—has decided to threaten y...
