I recall that decades ago, before we had email and text messages, I used to write letters.  Mainly, I wrote to my aunt and uncle in Florida.  Living in Ohio, I saw them only once every one to three years.  They were my favorite relatives since I was in elementary school.  The letters were lengthy, often spanning five stenograph pages, front and back, and sometimes including the margins.  My uncle gave me the greatest compliment: he said that the letters were written in such a conversational style that he felt as if I were right there talking to him.  I have never forgotten this.  

By chance, over the past few years, I became a medical writer and realized that I am a good writer.  Through that work, memories of those letter-writing days surfaced.  I decided that I have stories to share, and that you would like to read them, just as my aunt and uncle had enjoyed reading my letters back in the day.  When I started this writing journey, I wrote them one of those lengthy letters again.  I am happy to report that they still find it just as conversational — and entertaining — as they did decades ago.  

Carly Simon had an album called Letters Never Sent, one of my favorites.  Perhaps I will publish a book of the letters I wrote to them, titled Letters Sent.