I sign my name at the bottom of every letter I write.
But it still feels a bit strange to put it at the top of the letterhead, as well.
I don’t know the color of your house.
But I recognize your smile in the comment box.
I might not be able to recall your last name.
But we’re on a first-name basis, you and me.
The little pink house will always be a part of my story.
But it’s not my identity.
So now the letters you get from me will have my name in the letterhead,
as well as the signature and return address.