Category: Margo Rabb

It had been so long since I’d written, really written, that I’d forgotten what it felt like–how it changed things, shifted everything. I’d forgotten how writing surprises you–how you sit down feeling one thing and come out feeling another–and that I’d never heard my dad’s voice in my head like this before, never known I could feel this close to him again, that this letter from him might ever exist. But here it was.

It had been so long since I’d written, really written, that I’d forgotten what it felt like–how it changed things, shifted everything. I’d forgotten how writing surprises you–how you sit down feeling one thing and come out feeling another–and that I’d never heard my dad’s voice in my head like this before, never known I could feel this close to him again, that this letter from him might ever exist. But here it was.