My eight year old granddaughter, Sookie, loves to write. As a tot, she chose books over baby dolls and alphabet letters and flash cards over T.V. cartoons. Sookie began writing stories in Kindergarten. She illustrates, too, with her drawings. She always includes herself in every picture. I remember Christmas holidays when family members opened their neatly wrapped presents and unveiled a stapled-together story written by Sookie from the depths of her heart. Misspelled words and heartfelt drawings always accompanied her distinguishable self portrait. Sookie has it, the gift of writing, and reaches way beyond her years. I can only hope discernment catches up. It’s not easy to encourage a kid to write and then put the skids on how much to say. Mostly, she does an outstanding job, but sometimes correction follows. I remember the time she designed a sympathy card for the childless couple in our family who had to pu...