Picture a postcard that’s a treasured memento to you. Maybe it’s from your grandmother, who sent it from Cape May the summer she celebrated her 70^th birthday. Its corners have curled into two separate, tightly wound pieces, the bright beach scene that once splashed across its front is now a faded pastel palette, and the card’s creases are so numerous and deep that you can’t read your grandmother’s words anymore. But, still, they stick with you because her message meant something. Continue reading →