Monthly Archives: March 2011

Dear Marian, VI

Marian, Walt and I sit like gargoyles atop the old hotel, looking out at the Eiffel Tower, looking down on you wandering the streets. Your hair is like flames licking up the alley, your dress a cloud in a windy … Continue reading

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Postcard to Marian

by Katy Mayo-Hudson After fifteen years of consideration, Lucy decided that a postcard would do. She shuffled out of the bus and crossed First Avenue, ducking in the rain. On Upper Post Alley she found an artsy tourist shop, and … Continue reading

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Dear Marian, V

by Gayle Seely Who cares what date it is! Marion: I decided to just put this postcard in my letter: too much to say to fit on a postcard! We are in a warming spell here and it is wonderful … Continue reading

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Dear Marian, I

Dear Marian, Buenos Aires reminds me of Depot Bay—the seafood restaurants, the small fishing fleet, the sidewalks filled with vendors. We have much to talk about. This morning, the salt spray woke me up from my dream about you. I … Continue reading

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Dear Marian, II

by Kirsten Chambers Dear Marian, I loved the moose! And, finally, you had a bear sighting! What did you mean “you don’t have it together”? I know you suffered some time ago when we lived in NYC. Actually, now that … Continue reading

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Dear Marian, III

by Erin Woolley Marian always had a fat stack of postcards and a book of stamps tucked into the drawer of her entryway table. She didnt’ have many correspondents—well, not any really—but she did have a lousy short-term memory, and … Continue reading

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Dear Marian, IV

“Dear Nancy, Owen just called to say he loved my 5 flying swans and I get a free ticket to the concert. Dig it. Love, Marian” The photo said Mariner Apartments—Naples Florida: It was one of those crappy postcards you sometimes … Continue reading

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