On Writing Again (Because of my 18-year-old grandpa)

I’ve always kept things. Notes that were passed to me in 5th grade, the lined notebook paper carefully folded into origami-like shapes. Birthday and report cards, movie and plane tickets. My family has kept things too. A sweet 50th-anniversary message on a Western Union telegram from 1942. My mom’s to-do list before my parents' wedding. And … Continue reading On Writing Again (Because of my 18-year-old grandpa)