Let It Bee
Years ago, on my first day as a collegiate athletics media relations intern, my boss pulled me aside. He told me on my first day
As a child, my mom insisted I pen a handwritten note thanking my Grandma Schmitt for her birthday present before I even dreamed of going out to play. I wasn’t happy – that thank you note stood between me and the game of kickball going down in my neighborhood. But the next time I visited my grandma, the note was taped to her avocado green refrigerator fridge. She told me it made her smile every time she walked past. That made me feel so good.