"Disconnected" is the word I would use to describe how I was feeling during 2020. As a grandmother of six grandchildren, I slowly began to realize that I was missing them. Connecting through social media felt too invasive, too quick, and too sterile, as my heart drifted away from them. I was experiencing the losses the pandemic had created and began to wonder: Is there another way for my grandmotherly heart to be expressed to my grandchildren?

Surprisingly, I found that way through the memories created over sixty years ago by my mother and my grandmother. And it was through the art of writing letter. Read more of this post