A few years ago I wrote a “Letter a Day in May” to followers and readers of the blog. It led me to some wonderful penpals like Claire (@ Word by Word) and Muzette, who I still write to this day and she knows some of the most important thoughts in my head. I love a good penpal and I love good gossip (the good kind as in, “tell me a good thing.” If you want to participate in “Spring Letter A Day” starting March 1st and until I run out of people to write, fill out this simple Google Form.
In fifth grade, I was given a penpal that lived in another country. My mother kept those crayon-written letters. The lines were tipped downwards and the letters got bigger and then smaller like they appeared under a microscope, but I thought it was magic that I could communicate with someone so far away. I didn’t know what longitude and latitude were but I could feel miles on the drives back and forth to Florida. This was my first experience with a penpal. Since, I’ve written my best friend Seth for all the years he lived in South Korea (we even have a symbol that we both own to commemorate those funky posts). My dear, Sarah, who moved to New Zealand after her whirlwind marriage, wrote me back and forth for ages. Bri, who follows this blog, and has one of her own, has written me from Nevada for most of last year.
So, if you think handwritten is a thing of the past, or you just wish something other than bills came out of your mailbox, sign on up. I can’t wait to write you.
Again, Google Form here.
I look forward to single-handedly keeping the US Post Office open. (Because come on, those uniform britches have to stay on the waists of middle-aged men and out of museums for things of the past).