This old desk with inkwell takes me back to French primary school and that one day I feared going home. Why you ask? Because a classmate had dipped my long pigtails into the ink, reason I can’t remember why!
I first learned to read and write in French where cursive penmanship was most admired. Then when I came to American school I had to print – still not my favorite. When typewriters, copiers, computers and now emojis have taken over to writing, cursive was easily discarded.
Today there is a renewed interest in cursive. I’m glad for that. History has its glory in cursive. One’s signature proves that. Plus recent studies show that writing in cursive improves the brain’s functions. What more could we ask for?
A CURSIVE COMEBACK
AN ARTISTIC STYLE OF WHO
WE THINK WE SHOULD BE!
…my writing always begins in cursive…