I gave up my paper subscription to The New York Times many years ago, and a part of me misses it. There is nothing quite like holding a newspaper in your hands, creasing the folds in an effort to make more room on your breakfast table. Every so often my Mom will save a section of the paper, especially if she thinks one of the articles will “speak” to me (one of the million things I love about that woman). This weekend she set aside the Sunday Styles section. And for good reason.

The Found Art of Thank You Notes made my heart, well, sing. There were so many amazing nuggets in this piece by Guy Trebay–if you’re a fellow-letter-lover, its a must read. I love hearing different generations weigh in on the topic of handwritten notes. One of my favorite takeaways was from twenty-year-old Carroll Irene Gelderman. She took the words right out of my mouth:

“I actually enjoyed writing the notes because in the process of opening a note, a feeling the paper,eyeing the imperfection of the writing, reading the message in another person’s voice, you actually feel like you have a piece of that person in your hand.”

So tell me, what’s your stance on the thank you note? Were your forced to write them as a kid? Do you still?

P.S. I love the Connor stationery mention!