How Writing Postcards to Strangers Keeps me Sane in Trump’s America (Vocally)

“The address is in New Hope, Pennsylvania, 2,862 miles from where I’m crouched over my coffee table in Vallejo, California, gripping a bright blue pen. I’ve never been to Pennsylvania and don’t know much about it, but a story there made headlines earlier this month: “12-year-old with loaded military-style rifle arrested in Philadelphia.”” Read full essay on Vocally.

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