A few people from my MFA program wrote to me soon after graduation years ago, and I got back to them somehow, but at the time, I guess I felt too pressed by things that were happening in real time to commit myself to writing via snailmail. Anyway, it is a lost art. When I hear of threats to the continued existence of our postal service, I sometimes think of writing letters, penpals, more personal, thoughtful communication. I feel this more keenly now during a more fraught time in the world.