written by Gabriela Lena Frank
I hope everyone is doing well. I confess I have no great revelations today, so I thought I would share with you a discovery from a few months ago.
Last Christmas, I received a beautiful gift from my parents. They were up in Boonville from Berkeley, enjoying our (long-labored) remodel of our central room that all of you know. Christmas was already a day or two past, and I didn't immediately follow when Mom gave me an old shoebox, nonchalant-like. The contents rattling around inside turned out to be Maxwell cassette tapes, the kind from the 70s with the extra boxy cases and orange stripes. When I opened the cases, my editor Dad's handwriting, familiar and precise, electrified me.
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