As you might have guessed, I’m a romantic at heart, which is why the topic of love letters intrigues me so. As a kid, my mother worked nights as a waitress for a downtown hotel, which meant my dad saw my brother and me to bed each night. I missed seeing my mother and so we started exchanging short letters. Before I went to bed I would leave her a note on the kitchen counter and in the morning, I would find one from her. Years later, after mom passed, I found the tablets of notes. She’d kept them through the years, through all the downsizing, through all the moves. They were, in essence, short love letters that she shared with my brother and me.