I Interrupt This Advice Column To Bring You An Easter Card

I have NO idea how old I was when I wrote this. Honestly, I vaguely remember doing it when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade at Holy Name.

When I pulled this out of the cedar chest, the first thing I saw was the back of the card and couldn't make sense of it. Was I an atheist in 3rd grade?



Then I realized that that's a picture of some other saint (who rolled the rock away from Jesus' tomb?) and announced that Jesus wasn't there and that he'd risen from the dead.

I was probably an atheist then, too, though. I'm surprised the nuns let me get away with putting this on the front cover of an Easter card:


I also, apparently, wasn't too sure that other people would appreciate my artistic abilities, because I urge my mother and grandmother (Mamas) to throw the card out.

AGAIN With The Torn Between Two Lovers

Well, at least Jessie doesn't advise them meeting in the same house at the same time. That's HORRIBLE (and redundant) advice.

Aww...

Well, this letter just makes me sad. Many of my letters had something to do with what was going on in my actual life. This one below is a perfect example. I DID live with my grandmother and she constantly criticized me. It's kind of pathetic that I'm trying to convince myself that she did it because she loved me.

???

What advice am I actually trying to give here? There's no name of the magazine, no street address, and then I tell HER to write about it? What?

Just In Case I Forget...

... all that time I spent sitting in my bedroom typing phony advice columns instead of doing my homework? That was all written by me, so I left myself a note at the bottom to remind myself.