Some people never run out of things to say.
Saul Bellow once wrote to Bernard Malamud, “a novel, like a letter, should be loose, cover much ground, run swiftly, take risk of mortality and decay."
He was a great letter writer. I am not a great letter writer. Whether it be the time I live in or the lack of time I put in these letters or the fact I sometimes run out of things to say.
Letter to friends:
Explain job and university as way of giving news of the day
Anecdotes about family life here (crazy traffic, farmers' markets, schools)
Inquire to friend and family
Inquire about home country or region if undergoing out-of-the-ordinary good or bad luck
Ask about summer plans