Semi-Daily Scribbles

To whom have you recently written a letter? Did you sit down at a desk, straighten a stack of paper, and allowed the pen to channel your most intimate thoughts? Was there enough postage to be found in your desk drawer? Can you still read your own handwriting?

I’ve long ago stopped writing letters. I used to enjoy the regular trade of mail between friends and family. Pretty stationery and note cards were always a favorite gift, and I couldn’t wait to start writing on fresh sheets of rag bond to destinations near and far. Time and technology have changed my habits considerably. I’m still fond of correspondence, but keystrokes and smartphones have replaced looking for that just-the-right-size envelope. Although I am trying to pop notes off more frequently via post, I know I’ll never go back to the days of keeping ribbon adorned boxes of scalloped edge stationery. For that, I feel a twinge of nostalgia and the underpinnings of sadness.