Those of us who consider ourselves active in the so-called "mommy blogosphere" know that Dooce (a.k.a Heather B. Armstrong) is the Oprah of the Internet. There are lots of reasons to envy Heather, first and foremost being that she and her husband are able to raise their daughter Leta together because they make their living working out of their home in Utah on Heather's wildly successful blog.

As I imagine it, Heather does the writing and design and Jon does the programming and deals with the advertisers. Heather has been interviewed countless times by the mainstream media: The Today Show, ABC's Nightline, the BBC, and most recently the New York Times. She's a great writer and a successful business woman, making money from her words and wit.

And somehow, despite the hundreds of emails I imagine she receives daily, she manages to handwrite postcards to her fans. That's right. Hand. Writes. Postcards.

A couple of weeks ago I sent Heather a copy of a book recently published by a former colleague. I sent a note with the book. I told the author, "Heather is like the Oprah of the Internet. I think we should send her a book, but I wouldn't expect to hear back from her."

Today I returned from my trip to Rochester to find a postcard from Heather. A handwritten postcard in my mailbox.

It featured a photo of her famous dog Chuck and was signed, "Much Love from Utah."

In an instant I was both excited and disappointed. If Dooce can send handwritten postcards, I wondered, what's my excuse? Kristin and I get so many emails here at Manic Mommies that I just don't have time to answer, despite my best intentions. Sometimes an email hits me at the right time, when I am looking for a diversion from work, or I am up late killing time on the Internet. Then I will respond right away. Other times, I flag the message with the intent to reply when I have more time. And yet more time never comes.

But a handwritten postcard? I can't remember the last time I sent one. Can you?

Just one more reason to admire a lady with style.