Where are the letters those of us going through a crisis today will write that our own children will find in a cedar chest? Is the computer the cedar chest of the future, and how precisely will our descendants be able to pore over the contents?

I feel less alone when I write as well. The process models a kind of empathy,

progress too often enters the room as a binary, the computer or the typewriter, one way or another, when it should be a both.

To write the present is to believe in the future.

Sometimes writing is a chore, for sure, but sometimes it is an uncontrollable urge and the antidote to pain.

The technological form lends itself to the aphoristic, the boiled down. Identify and discuss.

when you’ve written something by hand, the only person who could have done it is you.

If you could look down right now and see words on paper, from anyone on earth or anyone who has left it, who would that be? And don’t you, as do I, wish that person had left such a thing behind? Doesn’t that argue for doing that yourself, no matter how terrifying or impossible writing may sometimes seem? It doesn’t really matter what you say. It ma

A journal is a monologue; a letter is a conversation, and in most cases when we read old letters, even the letters that belong to us, we hear only one side of that conversation.