Found in a box saved for 90 years in my grandmother’s house. My mother’s house. Is this from Dear Sonny? Is this to Dear Sonny? Nobody ever signed their letters, is seems. Nor did they offer a name after, “Dearest…” Was it a point of pride, that one’s handwriting was all that was needed for identity? –Kate
A new place to nest A new place to rest A new place for my Adorable pest –Kip Wood
Antioch College Library Alumni volunteer work week. Last week down in the stacks Remembering early loves Who introduced me to authors And poetry I loved. –Diane Fishbein