I had my first baby and started a blog. That was in 2005. Nine years later, I had my fourth baby and stopped my blog. I spent the next year taking care of that baby and writing handwritten letters. Every day from March 9, 2015, to March 8, 2016, I took what I could say to the masses and doled it out to one person at a time, one letter at a time. I didn’t want my Letter Project to end.
I still write some letters, but now I write about writing letters, about what I learned in the process and how I became more human. I have decided to merge my thoughts on letter-writing with my interest in quotes and my fascination with minutiae into one big unfinished letter called a blog. It is addressed to you, with love.
About a month ago, I wrote a post on the connection that letter-writing has fostered between myself and others. I didn't mention it then, but most of that blog post was excerpted from one of the three sample chapters I wrote this past summer for the book proposal I was working on.
I don't know if my book will ever get finished or published. Even if it does, there is no need to save what I wrote for "some day."
2016-11-14T13:51:24+00:00 November 8th, 2016|
To waterski on Halloween is heaven and a miracle.
The way I feel when my ski cuts across those wakes and I make the turn again and again leaving mountains of spray at my back is as close to enlightenment as I believe I will get.
2016-11-14T13:51:24+00:00 November 1st, 2016|