The Rise and Fall of Glasses and Handwriting

If I were born 50 years ago, I'd be wearing glasses and writing in cursive. Instead, I wear contacts and type blogs.

But I like to think that I take care of my hand-written style (does printing count? printing math notes?)

I know in high school I would make my j's just straight lines reaching well below the horizontal margin. That way, in theology class, my papers were filled with 'lesus' instead of 'Jesus'.

But then that all changed when my s's turned into miniature h's circa sophomore year. Then the prophet 'lehuh' was born. lehuh, my Savior. My prince!

When we studied forensics and learned about the science of handwriting, I became paranoid and aware of the tilt of my letters. For awhile my 'tilt' wavered back and forth. If the alphabet could drink...my combination would be an alcoholic.

I haven't written in the true sense of the word since I last signed my name on a little green screen on an electronic credit card machine. It read 'Stephanie Stu-' in perfect little curvy letters.