Postcard 13 — by B on

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On New Year’s Eve 2012 at 3am, give or take, in a white lace dress, my body was taken from me. I don’t know how to get it back. Every...

Postcard 12 — by B on

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I know you will not grow old with me. In the annals of your life, there will be no dedication to the girl from Wisconsin, now and foreve...

Postcard 11 — by R on

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My dining room table, 4:30 pm Recently, I've become enamored with liquid. Drinking it, I mean. This is a surprising change: anyone ...

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Tell me not to get too excited. Tell me to slow down. Tell me fools rush in. Because Drake's album leaked and I can't sleep and ...

Postcard 9 — by R on

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I wish there were 3 more hours in a day. I wish my brain didn't turn into a saltine after the bell relinquishes my responsibility t...

Postcard 8 — by B on

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I’m not having sex again until I lose twenty pounds or have the body of Emily Ratajkowski. (The former is doable; the latter, impossib...

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It is exceptionally difficult to be a Daughter. No matter their age, nationality, complexion or socioeconomic standing, all Daughte...

Postcard 6 — by R on

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Dear B, You've used two words in the last two postcards that have reverberated in between my ears: "oppressive" and ...

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I met a boy on a plane.   “Cincinnati your final destination?” “No. New York. I was just in Milwaukee for a wedding.” He had the ...

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Ms. R! Teacher, extraordinaire! I'm so proud of you. It must be so strange being on the other side now, after our years of obsessin...

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Dear B, I took this on a school bus. Remember those? Yeah, turns out I'm going to be responsible for 170 developing minds in 6 days...

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Hey Homie- This is not a picture from NYC but rather our beloved home state of Wisconsin. I was there this past weekend attending a wedd...

Postcard 1 — by R on

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Dear B, Vacation blows. Am I allowed to say that? It seems all of the things that make life meaningful happen with the winds of out...