This past weekend, while we whiled away the hours during Shabbat, my husband and I sorted through one of our memory boxes filled with letters and cards. I came across a lengthy letter I wrote to him in our early days, scrawled in quick, inspired handwriting. In it, I wrote that I love writing because I feel the written word has the power to move someone, and make them think, feel or act. It’s been over six years since I wrote that letter and those words. But to this day, it still remains one of the core reasons why I love to write. Because layered between the lines, there can be messages for readers to take away with them — of hope, struggle, life and humanity.