The curse of cursive
Every few months, someone I know will send me an article lamenting the death of cursive. These lengthy polemics always read the same. They will drone on and on about how important cursive writing is and inevitably they will call up the specter of “well, back in my day.”
I understand why friends and family send me these articles, after all, who better to share in the outrage over the death of cursive than someone like me. I’m a writer, an English major and a voracious reader. Surely I must be tearing my hair out that kids aren’t learning cursive, right? But here’s the kicker, I’m not. In fact, I think it is well past time we let cursive give up the ghost.