When I was a young kid, my grandmother, my father’s mother, wrote me beautiful, long letters.

When they would arrive, my mom or my older brother would read them to me as I was two and three years old at the time.

Looking back, I think that was one of many reasons I was impatient to read everything on my own. :)

Then I wrote my first short book 📖 at four years old.

I look forward now to this journey with my own child. ❤️ ✨

With such a fabulous beginning, the parents I had, and their parents and my mom’s family with their deep knowledge, gentle teaching and constant literary discussions,

how could I not be an author ✍️ today?

Kisses 💋

Here’s a letter Albert Einstein wrote to his son, Hans. 😊