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I& #39;m inconsolable about the threat to the USPS. Since my mom was diagnosed with ALS two years ago, I started writing a letter to her every day. It& #39;s become one of my greatest joys and most centering things in my life.
She used to write back. Then when she couldn& #39;t do that, she would tell me her response. Then when that, she would text or email a response. That& #39;s getting to be too hard now. So she nods at me on facetime and smizes.
I can& #39;t visit her b/c of Covid. But the letters have gotten me through. The letters has also given me tangential hobbies -- like collecting cards and stationery and further motivated my joy of fountain pens & ink.
In the letters sometimes I write about what& #39;s going on, challenges at the firm, funny things, sad things, introspective things. It& #39;s a totally different relationship than I have with her in person. More real. Letters are good for that.
I love the ritual of writing a letter putting her name and address on the envelope and with a stamp, I can drop it in a blue box and somehow through the magic of complicated sorting systems it gets to my mom, across the country, a 12 hour door-to-door trip when I make it.
