One of my dad's superpowers is writing cards to accompany gifts and one of my mom's is writing (period). Maybe I inherited some mixture of the two for I have always loved writing letters.
Like the protagonist in The Correspondent, I have shamelessly written to whomever I have felt moved to write to in my life. Sometimes I have received a letter back in response.
Most meaningful-to-me have been letters exchanged with a true pen pal in my thirties. I credit that practice with preparing the ground for my relationship with Evan.
I think about Isabel Allende who famously wrote letters to her mother beginning when she was 44 years old. I imagine the magic of a correspondence like that with Ben.
I believe letter writing encourages a revelation of self and experience, a humanizing process which can't help but foster connection. A slow burn in this mad mad world.
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