And I always keep cards people send me. I have a whole wall covered with them.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Each year, in my quaint efforts to send out paper holiday cards with personal messages, I probably discard one for every three I actually manage to put in the mail. The reason is that my handwriting is now less legible than it was when I was in the second grade.
I squirrel away sealed greeting cards that people give me so I can open them later when I'm having a bad day.
I love having my cards read - if you go to a proper place, they wouldn't dream of telling you anything awful that is going to happen.
I save every Christmas card. I keep them all.
My mother always carries around these postcard pictures of me.
Handwriting challenges aside, I love paper cards. I love the endless stewing involved in picking them out at the store. I love buying holiday stamps at the post office, and I love that 'whoosh' sound the cards make when I drop them into the mail slot.
When I was a postdoc, I jotted every fresh thought on a three-by-five card and kept them in a card catalogue.
Did I collect baseball cards? I've got 10 books full of plastic in my mother's house. All the Upper Decks, the Fleers, the Fleer Ultras. My grandfather brought me to the trade shows. I collected Marvel cards, too.
I have these huge black foam boards on the wall, and tacked to them, I have these white punch cards with my story ideas, scenes and notes.
All of my walls are covered with framed pictures of my friends.