Why typewriters=love.

My father is unlike any other father you have ever met. He is a mix of hard work, humor, raw talent, fiery temper, and utter devotion to his family.

He is someone who can look at another person, and see their strengths immediately. In fact, my father is an expert at pulling those strengths right out of you, whether you want him to or not.

My mother and father approached learning very differently. While my mother was a leader by example, my father was constantly challenging me to take on more.

Sometimes that pressure got to me, but ultimately, I think my father is the reason that I ended up writing professionally… Because someone else believed that I could.

That brings us to the present. (Pun!) On my most recent birthday, my father gave me the pink typewriter. He also bought thepinktypewriter.com

Of all the gifts I have received, I have been most honored by this one. Along with the typewriter itself, my father also gave me the gift of confidence.

My raison d’être is writing, and I cannot think of anything more lovely than a word on paper. Especially when the letters are assembled by the perfect clacking of a typewriter.

I only hope that someone else can appreciate the letter that accompanied my gift. A letter that I will keep always, as a reminder of my father’s love and his unending confidence in what I might do, that he typed on my very own pink typewriter: