Spontaneous Delights

I recently devoured Virginia Evans' novel The Correspondent in two days. It's the kind of book that stays with me because it has a character that I fall in love with for their humanness and an ending that makes my heart swell with emotion. And, it's an epistolary novel, composed entirely of letters and emails both to and from the main character, Sybil Van Antwerp, who is funny and flawed and still learning about life, love, and forgiveness in her 70s. You should definitely read it if you haven't already! But this post is not a book review; it's about letter writing. The main character's proclivity for letter writing reminded me that, as a kid, I too was a letter writer. This realization sort of surprised me because, to be honest, I haven't thought about writing a letter in a long time.   I let my mind wander down memory lane, and I thought about how I corresponded with a great aunt for years. Once when she was visiting, she mentioned that she used to write l...