Before my son Will could hear me, I was already writing to him.
For eight years I’ve been writing letters to my son. He’s seven. The letters started before he was born and they haven’t stopped — observations, lessons, fears, love, the small daily evidence of a life being lived alongside his.
It began as something just for him. I’ve realized they’re written for all of us — even me.
The letters are now arriving as a weekly newsletter. A guided journal, workshops, and a book will follow.
Copyright 2026 Wayne Rainey