Letters from Whitehorse

I used to be a very good at writing letters. Since I was a little girl, I wrote letters and kept a diary.  As I’ve gotten older – and lets be truthful – as I’ve gotten used to the internet and email – I don’t write anymore. At all. And I miss it!  I remember being 11 years old and writing letters to my Aunt Doris in Alaska. I had penpals in Australia and Ireland. I had pink diaries with heart-shaped locks on them and GET OUT written on the first page (as if anybody really would be interested in picking the lock and reading my pre-teen musings.)  For years and years I wrote back and forth with my best friend Paula in Seattle. When we got the email, those lovely afternoons spent with a cup of tea and a long letter from my friend just…disappeared. Replaced with the occasional “hi howareya, whatchadoin” cyber note. Very sad.  I still crave letters and letter writing. I crave my old journals and collection of pens with different colours of ink. I crave words written on paper – and what paper! I had an entire drawer devoted to stationary – note cards, velum, letterhead, tablets with flowers and kittens strewn along the sides, matching envelopes! Matching envelopes! Sigh. All gone. I hope this blog will fill some of that hole – that need to speak on paper. And just how does one start their blog, anyway?   “Dear … ?”.  A blog is sort of like a diary or journal, but it feels awkward typing out “Dear Diary” because a diary is private and a blog is anything BUT private!  “Dear Friend” makes me sound evangelical (gag). Dear World. Dear Universe. Oh, dear. Guess I’ll just go for it! (aaaaannnnd … she’s off! Out of the gate with a 100 yard lead! Look at ‘er go!)

Talk again soon!

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  1. Hurrah! You go girl! Welcome to the blogosphere. 🙂 (P.S. I still have pretty writing papers and still sometimes at least think of writing letters. I’m going to do that one of these days…)

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