Late last December, I made some New Year’s resolutions that included writing a letter every week to two of my grandchildren at a time and bringing treats once a month to our public librarians and the baristas of the coffee shop I frequent. Usually, my resolutions have the life span of a mayfly, but this time, I published these intentions in an article for The Epoch Times.  Failure was not an option. At the time, my platoon of grandchildren numbered 20 boys and girls, not counting three who had returned to God at their birth, and they ranged in age from 14 to 1. A month ago, a newborn girl brought another addition to these ranks.  My grandchildren enjoyed these letters. For the little ones, I wrote far fewer words, but added plenty of stickers from the Dover books purchased at my local bookstore. One of the youngest carried her …