When’s the last time you put pen to paper and wrote a letter? Not an e-mail, not a quickly jotted memo, but an actual hand-written letter, with the date at the top, a more or less formal term of address (you can never go wrong ...
When I was nine years old my parents gave me a choice between playing the violin, starting Spanish lessons, or taking karate classes. Can you guess which one I picked? Alas, not music. I chose karate – a no-brainer for a tomboy...