When I was little, I would explore all the nooks and crannies in the spare bedroom at my grandma's house in Winchester.  The chest of drawers was full of treasures--rose-scented lotions, candles, shiny makeup compacts, old business cards, sachets of potpourri, all fascinating to a little girl.    There was one trinket in particular that caught my eye and I begged my grandma to let me keep it: an old skeleton key.   My grandma's house wasn't old enough to have locks that would need such a key and I assume it likely came from the house my dad grew up in, making the key that much more mysterious.    I wore the key around my neck on a chain for years, throughout high school.  When my grandma passed away in the summer of 2008, the necklace became a talisman.  I used it to carry her love and light with me and I rarely took it off.  One night, I came home from spending time with friends and the chain broke, the necklace finding its way to the floor.  I h...