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The Birthday Postcards I Didn’t Understand Until I Was 37

Every birthday growing up, Grandma gave me one old postcard. Not money. Not clothes. Not toys. Just a postcard. Some showed beaches, others tiny towns or mountain roads. I would smile politely, then toss them into a drawer. When Grandma died shortly after my seventeenth birthday, I kept the cards mostly because throwing them away […]