We need to write more love letters

IMG_0161You will soon find more adventure in life


That’s what my fortune cookie said.  I don’t think that’s a good idea for me.  I think any more adventure and I’m going to be completely done in.  I like my adventurous life, but it’s a little exhausting.


We had a good dinner party last night.  Mary Johnson came over with her friends Carol and Bruce and Percival Everett and my friend Elise Capron.  Feeling energetic after my recent trip to Frankfurt followed by being ill, followed by an early five mile run, I did most of the cooking.  I wanted to do some baking for dessert.  Mark said, you aren’t going to want to do that, I said yes, I will. But he was right, by the time I was cooking the chicken and making the soup, baking was out of the question.  My friend Lisa is a really good baker and she likes it, but I am a slow little baker and even more pathetic as a candlestick maker. 


At this point, I am so tired that I can’t believe I am still sitting at my desk, but there isn’t anywhere else to sit.  I think that writing letters is under rated and we should all write more love letters.


If you were going to write a love letter, who would you write it to?  I could write love letters to many people.  Writers who stories hang with me, artists who make me happy.  Composers, activists.  And of course, my actual friends and family.


What about hate letters?  Who would you write a hate letter to? I wouldn’t write to anyone.  There isn’t anyone I hate.  There are people I might not want to go on a canoe trip with, but I don’t hate them. 


Rumpus contributor Steve Almond self-published a collection of hate mail that was sent to him (along with his responses) entitled Letters From People Who Hate Me. You can read Almond’s argument for self-publishing here. The following is an excerpt from his book:


Dear Asshole,

You are a fucking idiot!! And your daughter in the picture on your website looks like a maggot!You are a disgraceful american and it would have been so nice if you had been a passenger on one of the planes that crashed into one of the wtc towers on 9/11/01.




Dear J.,

Okay, you got me. My daughter does have kind of a maggoty look to her. For a while there, my wife and I were able to delude ourselves. I guess all parents do. We’d tell people her skin was alabaster, or sometimes pearlescent. We thought it might be the kind of soap we were using. But I think in our heart of hearts we knew something was wrong with her.

Then came her first interaction with carrion. There was some kind of dead animal in our backyard. My wife says it was a rabbit, but I’m almost certain it was an opossum. Anyway, Josephine somehow got wind of it and we found her out there, burrowing into the thing’s eye socket. The neighbors came out to watch. It was kind of awkward.

I guess it would be sort of like if you, Joseph Kelly, found yourself talking to some buddies at a party and you said, “You know that guy Steve Almond. I totally wish he’d been killed in the 9/11 attacks.”

And this voice behind you says, “Yeah, totally. We should have killed that filthy infidel Almond!” And you turn around, hoping to maybe give the guy a high-five, only to discover that it’s Osama bin Laden.

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