September is a softly falling feather that lands in your path, signaling change is underfoot. It starts as subtle as an unexpected breeze rustling through the pines at night, then barrels ahead with the bluster of a big yellow school bus. This is a new year of another kind, with bands playing, backpacks bubbling over, pencil shaving confetti. So many memories are written across the chalkboard heart of September: reading circles, friendship triangles and sometimes feeling like a square peg in a round hole. As a grownup, home work really piles on and sometimes it's difficult to keep up. But cherished teachers will come your way and, happily, the learning never ends. There's one teachable, learnable moment after another, after another, after another. In the school of life. (image)
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.