I was in my fifties when I got my first passport, and started traveling. Whenever I was away, I sent a postcard to each of my grandchildren from each place I visited. It was the way of keeping in touch. There was no internet, and telephone calls were difficult and expensive.

I traveled alone so the nightly ritual of writing postcards made me feel closer to my family. It also provided me with a way of reviewing my day. I hoped it would also keep me connected to the children when I wasn’t physically there.

Postcards and postage was a big part of my travel budget. I bought way too many postcards, I took my own photos, but postcards depict scenes that I couldn’t capture with the camera. The cards that were never sent have accumulated in a drawer. Occasionally I look through them and remember where they originated, mostly they’re just there.

Social distancing has limited physical contact with friends. We don’t meet for lunch or a movie, there are no bridge nights, and family from out of state aren’t visiting this year. Those dozens of postcards from forty-five countries hidden away in a drawer made me think that I should do something with them. I’ve been mailing them to friends that I’ve not seen in years, and friends that I usually see often. I enjoy choosing a card for a particular person, and crafting a message. It feels so much more personal than email.