On my desk sits a three ring binder that has all the letters from my family - mostly my mother - that I've managed to save over the years. Every time I read them they tell me something new, and I love the voices that come through - storyteller, parent, pundit, friend. Sometimes the letter is directed at me but sometimes I can tell that the writer is just saying something that they need to say to anyone - that it is a way of completing his or her own thoughts. But the epistolary style of writing is changing; people seldom write or respond to handwritten letters. And yet this is a style in which I have always loved to write and where I hear my muse. I have so much writing that I have never given a final edit because I wasn't sure where it would end up. And now that I have this useful spot in which to finish my thoughts, I can turn my attention to the larger writing issues at hand, and eventually share those, too.
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