Once upon a time I was a fabulous letter writer.
I had my first pen pal in late elementary and early middle school. She was the daughter of some family friends who lived in South Carolina, and we kept up our correspondence for years. In high school I signed up for pen pal programs through my French classes. By college I was writing missives that were pages long to just about anyone I could think to write. After I graduated I sent sweet hand-written letters to my husband during our two year long-distance trial. When we got married I continued to write to a couple of my friends...
I'm not entirely sure what ended it. For sure email was part of the problem. Motherhood, and all of the time limits that institution places on a woman, was probably the other big stumbling block Whatever it was, I find myself in the sad position today that I no longer remember when I last wrote a personal letter. (I'm rather famous for getting what I want when I write business letters...but they are rare.)
I think that's tragic.
So, today I began the Month of Letters Challenge.
And it feels really, really good.