Bitten by "fiery serpents?" I watched the mail carrier open my mailbox, take out my letter, climb back into his truck and drive away. Again, I asked God if writing the letter had been the right thing to do. I hadn't had much contact with its recipient for years. (I'll call her Caitlin.) Never before (or since) had I experienced such overt and consistent hostility from a friend. As young married women, Caitlin and I had lived in the same Latter-day Saint ward and neighborhood. We became ... VIEW POST