Redefining Happy Mail

The USPS owes my mother a pension.

For the last four decades, she has single-handedly sent more handwritten letters than most aspiring screenwriters have typed words.

Every night, you can find her in her chair with a spiral address book and a knee-high stack of cards. By morning, a fresh batch of "Happy Mail" is ready to go. Her philosophy is simple: provide a tiny bit of sunshine amidst the bills and adverts. It’s her way of saying "I am thinking of you" without the personal intrusion of a text while you shit.

And she still does it. While most people can’t even find their mailbox, she is updating her calendar yearly.

The sad reality? The return rate is barely a whisper. She sends hundreds; she gets a Facebook comment or a text in return. Sometimes, people are just surprised they got one at all.

I’m not condemning the non-senders—I’d have to chain myself first. But it makes me think: We don’t have to reciprocate the action, just the behavior. I can send "Happy Mail" without writing a letter.

So, what is modern Happy Mail?

Do you even know cursive well enough to write a letter? It’s tough. We’re barely surviving long enough to rattle out a dry "I'm good, you?" text to a long-time friend. Forget the dozen platforms you’d have to navigate just to reach your inner circle.

I have a different challenge: Find a smaller solution.

Give an acknowledging nod to a stranger. Hold that door for one extra second. Just call your Mom once in a while.

Besides, I’m not sure where to buy stamps anymore.

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