My most  recent Her Nashville column is an ode to my obsession with the handwritten note. For all you folks out there losing sleep over what to get me for Christmas, I’ll take some cute stationary.  And yes, mom really did ask me to stop writing to her; the moratorium was lifted after a few months.

Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!

Her Nashville | Chic Geek | December issue:

As a child I hated them, but as an adult I’m positively addicted to handwritten notes. You so much as hug me on a bad day or surprise me with a soy latté, and you can bet you’re getting one.

I’m a little embarrassed to admit it (and friends make fun of me for it!), but the urge to send notes overtakes me so often that during the year of my wedding prep, Mom actually asked me to stop mailing them to her.

“Can’t you just keep track of whatever it is nice you think I’ve done for you, and then send me one at the end of the year?” she pleaded. No dice, lady. You’re getting some word love the good, old-fashioned, pen-and-paper way. READ MORE…