This isn’t exactly working out the way I hoped. I don’t think that Lettershead is living up to its name. It turns out that firing off missives into cyberspace really doesn’t take the place of writing letters at all – in fact, it has only made me miss the act of writing to a single person all the more. Tiny vignettes and photos that open a window to daily life in our times – especially the more unique moments lit by autism – are what seems to fit in this format, but not under this moniker. And so, after 18 months of quasi -immersion in blogging and Facebook, Lettershead is taking a break to figure out what comes next. I’ll keep you posted, so to speak.