“Love, Dad” and the other recent stories about fathers sending postcards to their kids touch my heart. Corresponding is becoming a lost art. I know how much I treasure the monthly letters sent from my grandmother, who is now gone.
“Love, Dad” and the other recent stories about fathers sending postcards to their kids touch my heart. Corresponding is becoming a lost art. I know how much I treasure the monthly letters sent from my grandmother, who is now gone.