“I thought the secret of life was obvious: be here now, love as if your whole life depended on it, find your life’s work, and try to get hold of a giant panda.” –Anne Lamott
Hello. My name is Hannah. Sometimes I call myself Susannah because I’ve always wanted a secret identity. Although now, I guess I’ve blown that cover.
I write silly letters with presents so random that my friends don’t know what to do with them and send them to everyone I know, all over the country. I try to bring the words “shenanigans” and “adventure” into conversation as often as I can. I think about My Little Pony much too much for the ordinary person, and can usually be found drinking coffee, standing on one leg and reading. Also sneezing. I sneeze a lot. I talk about museums the way some people talk about their favorite sports team and I wish a travel magazine would pay me to visit every state fair in the United States. I’d also be okay if someone sent me to Sweden for a month. That would be cool.
I like awards shows, dark chocolate, “The West Wing”, all mail (yes, even junk mail), the word rutabaga, tacos and Target. I don’t like fruit-flavored candy, rudeness or this. (I can’t even say the word without twitching.)
Mostly, I’m delighted that you came to visit. You have a nice smile. Let’s be best friends, okay?
Letters from Hannah is updated weekly, with snail mail–or “Moxie Mail”–sent almost every day.
You can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Original Introduction (Circa 2008)
Susannah Sunshine* came out of an idea I had my senior year of high school. I was worried about keeping in contact with my family and friends while I was 621.43 miles away from everything I’d ever known. I settled upon a blog because I felt that it could allow me to keep my family up-to-date on what I was experiencing and what I was feeling, as well as serving as a super-fun, no-pressure writing exercise. I like to think of them as my weekly-monthly-whenever-I feel-like-writing-them letters home from my college cruise ship, chronicling the waves and the sunsets and the occasional man overboard.
If you want to know what I sounded like when I started, go here.
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” –Mary Oliver