The Hammers and the Ribbon

Photo by the author.

It’s strange how much of your life hides in plain sight. The typewriter has been sitting on the shelf in our living room for years now, on display beside photos and ornaments, books and more books. There’s a sincerity to its presence, the dusty anchor of the reading and writing lives that are somewhere near the heart of our home, and the quiet beacon linking generations – the machine originally belonged to my father in-law, who brought it…