I’m currently reading To the Letter: A Celebration of the Lost Art of Letter Writing by Simon Garfield, and it has me thinking about the boxes of letters I possess.
I have written letters to friends in the past, and have had pen pals. Sadly, it’s been years since I’ve kept a regular correspondence with anyone. And that’s a shame. Just sitting with pen and paper, head whirling, calms and thrills me all at once. However much I enjoy social media, there’s an intimacy to letters that I don’t feel when I text, tweet, or blog.
I would like to know, what’s your take on letter writing? Have any of you had pen pals? Would you like to have any? Or am I just a cranky old ahjumma (auntie) who’s taken one trip too many down Memory Lane?
This actually makes me so angry. The truth is right here and people see it and brush it aside. We really could make things better. But no, America apparently wants to suck forever.
Oh, I can hear the rationalizations: “It’s a smaller country,” “The culture is different,” “They’re a load of socialists,” blah-blah-blah. What kills me, though, is that, here in the US, teachers are expected to spend hours drilling their students for standardized tests, pay for supplies that students need from their own wages—and they have to put a positive gloss on being treated with a level of contempt, from above and below, that’s beyond appalling. To say nothing of the utter contempt in the US toward intellect. Yes, it’s shameful that American students have fallen behind in math and science. It’s more shameful that so many schools have eliminated music and art from their curricula.
This one will not be a long post, as the truly dishonorable, disgraceful, and depraved events of the past year have been well chronicled already.
And then they’ve been chucked aside for so called “shockers” about the Kardashians (please, let me dream of a Kardashian-free world) or Justin Bieber’s latest dickish behavior, or whatever the hell it is that Ryan Lochte does.
If I must add one footnote to all that was screwed up about 2013, it’s this: that I even know about the abovementioned individuals, and that I am wasting pixels on them at all.
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To the women who choose not to have kids, I have one thing to say: thank you.
You probably don’t hear it enough. In fact, you probably don’t hear it at all. What you do hear is an array of pro-childbearing responses, such as, “You’ll change your mind someday,” or, “Doesn’t your mother want…
Both of my sisters became mothers quite young.
They’re grandmothers now, and I expect that sometime soon, the oldest will live to see great-grandchildren.
I’ve never had kids, and while I have toyed with the idea, it is something that, by and large, has had no lasting appeal.
And I’m not sorry to be childless, not one little bit.