I am a serial postcarder. I collect ‘em and send them to family and friends, new and old. I believe that in our digital age, a postcard represents something honest and personal. Along with handwritten letters, postcards are rarely sent, yet they are almost always welcomed with a smile. A postcard is not a curated email or text message—it is a one-shot opportunity to convey a message to someone in a 2”x2” square of space.

Personally, I’m not interested in sending new postcards. Why? I prefer flipping through old ones trying to find the ones from places across America where I have been inspired or shared a memory with someone. I enjoy searching for that postcard that represents a shared experience or reminds me of that person. It’s much better than sending a postcard from the place I am—it’s less pretentious.

Each postcard tells a unique and interesting story about a place. Moreover, the collective body of postcards form a narrative about the insides of America and often, the spectacle of tourism in America. When you seek out postcards from an area—any area, you’re likely to find them. My grandfather has accrued 200+ postcards limited to the area where he grew up—Woronoco, MA—and the area he and my grandmother raised a family and eventually retired—Westfield, MA.

And with all that being said, feel free to get in touch with me in whatever manner is appropriate!