Several weeks ago, I was home recovering from a cold. Unable to do much, I found a manila envelope filled with letters I wrote to my mother when I was in my early 20’s. She kept these letters, and returned them to me when she was cleaning out a closet. They were typed on onionskin paper or handwritten. This is how we communicated in the 70’s. We called each other rarely—long distance calls were expensive. Some letters were from when I was college, but most of them were from my early years in graduate school in San Francisco.
When she sent me the letters in the mid 1990’s, she... Read More