Dear Mary

Daily writing prompt
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Dear Centenarian Mary,

Congratulations! We made it to the big ten-oh. I hope 2065 is treating us well and that we haven’t run out of money. Seriously, we’ve lived 8 years longer than our financial planner modeled. (I hope I didn’t fuck us by retiring at 58.)

In case you’ve forgotten, 2024 was quite a year. If the United States is now a dictatorship under Baron Trump, it’s not due to lack of effort on our part. We worked hard to try to stop his wretched orange father from overturning democracy.

Here we our with our activist friends in 2024

Hopefully things took a turn for the better in 2025—the year we turned 60. Hopefully. Fingers crossed that we get to go out on a high note.

Love,

Middle-aged Mary

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7 thoughts on “Dear Mary

    1. Hopefully he’ll be seriously regretting all the women he’s assaulted when he looks at his bloated orange face in the mirror tomorrow. The E Jean Carroll money is due Monday! 83.3 M!! Karma, finally. All hail E Jean.

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