Born On A Cusp

Just got my first Christmas greeting card for the season from a friend in New York … by snail mail! Oh, how I love to get mail the ol’ way.

Nothing beats the anticipation of tearing open an envelope, the feel of paper on your fingers, and the thrill of reading handwritten prose (no matter how scratchy the writing is … but not my friend’s, her handwriting happens to be elegant).

In this era of quick-fix online greeting cards — they’re animated, and some of them may even be truly witty — slow still gives you a singular delight. This tradition must be kept alive.

(Photo here shows the front page of my friend Minerva’s Christmas card; photo taken by Minerva.)