I’ve discovered the joys of postcard-writing in middle age | Amanda Uhle
There are profound rewards of handwritten correspondence in our digital age I sent my first postcard, as a six-year old, to Olympian Mary Lou Retton, who returned an autographed black and white photo of herself in a wide smile and chic haircut. “‘GOOD LUCK USA ‘84” it said. There followed four relatively fallow decades for me as a postcard sender or receiver until last year, when I became…
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