You’ve Got Mail

Teresa Lagerman
2 min readFeb 23, 2022
Photo by Ranurte on Unsplash

We all know that not all friends are equal. And that friendships evolve and change — sometimes in an instant. Within the lovely people in your life that you consider close, there is a special place for those who have shown you something that most other people don’t get to see. Something that is uniquely theirs. Something that unlocks a whole new level of intimacy.

I’m talking about their handwriting.

Receiving a card in the mail is a rare treat nowadays — a sparkling beam of sunshine in the slush pile of medical bills, postcards from pushy realtors, and assorted random junk. There you are, tearing up envelopes at speed when suddenly you spot your name actually handwritten by a human being. It stops you on your tracks.

When the card comes from an old friend, there’s something comforting in recognizing their handwriting. Maybe it takes you back to your high school days together, when you passed notes back and forth dissecting the details of your most recent interaction with the crush du jour. Or back to college, when you borrowed their notes — yes, you’re both old enough that you took paper notes and you went to Kinko’s pretty regularly to make copies. It’s a flashback to that time when you were a new mom, overwhelmed and running on empty, and she scribbled the name and phone number of her trusted therapist.

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Teresa Lagerman

Hudson Valley // Musing about donuts 60% of the time