I think that, as humans sharing the same five senses, we all go through life collecting memories that can be recalled through sensations. Scents tied to early summers. Visual snapshots of places that look familiar but you can’t for the life of you remember why. Inexplicable instances of nostalgia strike at the timely moment and colliding with such spells makes me feel all warm and blissful. It is my hope that maybe one or more of you will stumble upon my scribblings and get that same feeling from seeing your own sentiments, memories, or wants manifested in my Calibri letters.
And so I keep this diary.
Also, I am smitten with the idea of honoring the past by writing letters in the present, so reach out to me, here. I’d love to hear your thoughts and your questions.
