Grab your #2 pencil. Or wait – was it the #15 pen? Either way, I think I’ve forgotten how to write and I think I’ve forgotten what it really means to “pen a letter.” Grandma used to tell me to pay more attention in penmanship class, and I believe that’s almost gone the wayside as penmanship class has morphed into typing class.

What happened to the eloquent love letters, the sprawling beauty of a letter written with ink on a piece of paper? What happened to the days when the ink pen seemed to produce such words, such passion, such conviction. The text was thoughtful, melodically written … it was poetry. Each letter, each word, captured greatness and elegance. Simple written words closed the miles between lovers, ended wars, saved families.

I feel almost guilty as I “pen” this blog post on the computer. (Although, I know it’s much faster.)

Until we walk again …