Since early adolescence, I've been reading epistolary novels, enjoying their dual nature. On the one hand, there's the direct, immediate contact with the characters. On the other, there's the circuitousness and obliqueness of the storytelling.
While the inmates wrote of the ways I'd helped them, they were helping me: my essay and their responses were a conduit, a bridge connecting their world and mine. Writing transcended prison walls. The incarcerated women ignited a spark I thought had left my life when I lost my teaching position.
I have realized that writing someone a letter of love and gratitude is a beautiful experience for both the writer and the receiver. I plan to continue writing love letters to the people in my life that I truly love so much.
Septuagenarian bicyclist, landlord of historic homes, singer in the choirs... The lady has always rocked life with gusto and generosity, and very much to her own beat. This could not be better illustrated than by the over 20 years of letters she's faithfully written to me and my older brother.
I have some very important things to tell you. I mean, super important. You ready? Turn on your best listening ears. Open up those learning eyes nice and wide. Get that brain warmed up. Because what I'm about to tell you is something that I hope you'll always remember.
Clearly, it's a win-win; the recipient feels good that his or her success or gesture of kindness is acknowledged, and it distinguishes the writer for having executive manners. Best of all, it's fast, easy and sends a powerful message.
Not only are the one hundred letters he chose to reproduce in the book great to look at, they are great to read, allowing experiences that are in turn transformative, moving, and inspirational (or chilling, in a few cases).
The model provides a four-part structure to make writing legacy letters simple, uniquely personal, and meaningful. A one-page letter written in no more than 15 to 30 minutes using this model can be completed in four paragraphs.
Breaking Bad is ending, and there won't be anywhere to hide -- the Internet is going to blow up. You're going to freak out a little, but it's good to have millions of online presences by your side, suffering right there with you.
I cannot tell you how many times I have passed by one of your magnificent fashion clubs -- the seizure-inducing bass thumping, the lighting dimmed just so (what would you call that? Disco lighting? Marvelous!), the stifling scent of the latest Diddy fragrance coiling around shoppers.