The Postscript
The Postscript is usually funny, often thoughtful, and never political. In a world where there is no shortage of dire news, The Postscript aims to provide a small dose of positivity. It appears in print in more than 200 newspapers nationwide and is syndicated by Andrews McMeel Universal.

The Postscript
Carrie Classon is a breath of fresh air. Her journalism is down to earth and the experiences about which she writes leaves the reader with a comforting sense of empathy. If The Postscript were a cake, Carrie’s obvious passion for life would be the frosting.
— Rick Norton / Editor - Cleveland Daily Banner
Carrie Classon’s column, The Postscript, is a bright spot amidst the climate disasters, politics, and the COVID-19 death count. Many readers have commented on how they enjoy a touch of lightness with her personal stories of her family, friends, and human or canine neighbors.
—Liz Fisher, Editor – Sierra County Prospect
Carrie is witty, down to earth, yet full of deep thought about everyday life and has a wonderful way of bringing a smile to your face with her words! Our readers look forward to her column every week as if she were a personal friend writing them a letter!
—Trish Jiles /Publisher - Times-Journal
Carrie takes the flow of life and spins it into shimmering literary effervescence. After reading a few of her columns, you can’t look at the so-called commonplace again without seeing a little more than was there before. She mines the ore of everyday existence and refines it, turns it to pure heart gold.
—Lou Marzeles / Publisher - The Goldendale Sentinel
Carrie's column each week never fails to bring a chuckle or smile in a world that seems like it's always surrounded by such depressing news. She's not only one of our most consistently read columnists, but one of our most popular.
—Micah Choquette / Publisher - Sapulpa Times
Episodes

10 hours ago
10 hours ago
Isabelle was only three at the time; her brother, Beau, was not even born. She was patiently explaining to her baby doll in the next room, “You are not a bad baby. You just make bad choices.” Isabelle rarely makes bad choices. I have made more than my share.

Monday Aug 25, 2025
Monday Aug 25, 2025
Most of my cousins were older than me. They were cool and listened to rock music behind closed bedroom doors and brought boyfriends to the farm and paid no attention to me whatsoever. The cousins younger than me were small and annoying and not able to keep up. You can afford to be selective when you have so many cousins to choose from.

Monday Aug 18, 2025
Monday Aug 18, 2025
I honestly cannot think of anything less relaxing than walking much, much too slowly in a circle with other people who are also walking much too slowly, trying not to step on the heels of the person in front of me. It’s kind of tortuous.

Monday Aug 11, 2025
Monday Aug 11, 2025
Emily Anderson is a wonderful artist who paints scenes from nature in Minnesota. Unlike many northern landscape artists, her work is never dreary. Her scenes of the natural world just exude joy and a sense of discovery and—it might sound odd, but it’s true—humor. Her work makes me smile. I want to be in whatever place she has painted.

Monday Aug 04, 2025
Monday Aug 04, 2025
This was not an undercooked broccoli crunch. This was not wild rice. This was the crunch you might experience while eating a sandwich on a beach when the wind was blowing. I looked at my delicious meal. I took another bite. “Crunch.”

Monday Jul 28, 2025
Monday Jul 28, 2025
The hour passed. I opened my eyes. Even though the chapel is lit only by candles and the windows are stained glass, it still seemed darker than it should be. Then I heard a crash of thunder. I looked at my watch. 7:00 exactly.

Monday Jul 21, 2025
Monday Jul 21, 2025
I know a lot of folks my own age who think they have everything figured out. They tell me how it’s all downhill from here—whether they are talking about the country or their health or literature or the quality of baked goods. Everything was better in the past, and now we’re all addicted to social media and reliant on the internet and nothing good will ever come of it.

Monday Jul 14, 2025
Monday Jul 14, 2025
Other than my photos of flowers, I don’t do much on Facebook, but I am a member of a few groups and most of them have to do with writing. As of this week, I think that might change.

Monday Jul 07, 2025
Monday Jul 07, 2025
Now that I am finally able to move all my clothing back to its rightful spot, I am faced with the unavoidable question: Do I really need all these clothes?

Monday Jun 30, 2025
Monday Jun 30, 2025
We didn’t take a pontoon ride.
My mother was feeling a bit under the weather. We were planning to go to a restaurant that we feared might fill up if we got there too late. Rod nodded, but I could tell he thought we ought to get on that pontoon boat anyway.

Monday Jun 23, 2025
Monday Jun 23, 2025
I do a funny thing in the middle of June. I try to celebrate the summer solstice. I don’t do anything particularly romantic. If you have visions of me leaping over bonfire flames or dancing around a maypole wearing a flower crown or attempting to contact my inner goddess, you would be disappointed.

Monday Jun 16, 2025
Monday Jun 16, 2025
I remembered my mother’s Swedish relatives who came to visit in the 80s. They did not think wall-to-wall carpeting was normal. They were concerned it would not be clean. They thought area rugs were the way to go. I reminded my 100% Swedish mother of this, in an attempt to make this whole tiling of the bedroom thing look like a return to my roots.

Monday Jun 09, 2025
Monday Jun 09, 2025
It all reminds me of other rooms and smaller places I have lived in the past. It reminds me of being in my childhood bedroom, where I also had a desk and a bed in close proximity. It reminds me of when, at 50, I packed everything into the back of a pickup truck and went to grad school. I lived in a converted garage with hardwood floors and had a very similar setup—with a private bath and a desk, a chair, a dog, a cat, and a bed, all in one room. It was everything I needed. That’s how I feel now. I have everything I need within easy reach.

Monday Jun 02, 2025
Monday Jun 02, 2025
Now that I’m older, I am having a lot more fun getting dressed up than I ever did when I was young. I think the expectations are different. When I was younger, I had this wrongheaded idea that there was a right way to dress up. I thought I would either hit the mark or miss. Now that I’m older, I realize there is no one keeping score, there are no points off for getting it wrong.

Monday May 26, 2025
Monday May 26, 2025
Gardening was supposed to be enjoyable and the fact that it always seemed like work to me made me feel guilty. My mother and sister are wonderful gardeners, and I have no reason to believe they are fibbing when they say they enjoy getting their hands in the dirt, tending their flowers and watching things grow. I do enjoy watching things grow—this is the truth. I just enjoy it a lot more if someone else has done all the work.

Monday May 19, 2025
Monday May 19, 2025
Her notes appear in little bubbles at the side of the text. “This is reading like a sermon,” a note said. This was a puzzling observation because the passage she was referring to was, in fact, a sermon. But I gathered from the note that sounding like a sermon (even if it was a sermon) was not a good thing.

Monday May 12, 2025
Monday May 12, 2025
A big storm would have been nice, but it’s really the lack of color that is getting me down. March is nothing but mud and surprise snowstorms and then more mud. April is nothing but cold wind and gray skies. So I expect big things from May. And, this year, May is dragging its heels. Whatever it is I’m waiting for, it doesn’t seem to be showing up.

Monday May 05, 2025
Monday May 05, 2025
I’ve been thinking about the marshmallow test off and on for years, ever since I heard about it. I am positive I would have waited for the second marshmallow. In fact, I think there’s a good chance, when the second one arrived, I would have let that one sit as well, thinking I could be the first four-year-old in history to be awarded three marshmallows. Of course, I now realize that, instead of getting a third marshmallow, all the other kids would enjoy their marshmallows, the researchers would turn out the lights and leave, and I’d be left alone in the room until the janitor showed up.

Monday Apr 28, 2025
Monday Apr 28, 2025
I would see the face of the dance teacher light up as they assumed I was a dancer, and I would dread what was coming. I would stand up and start to move and the teacher would immediately realize they had made a mistake—I was absolutely not a dancer. In fact, I had enormous difficulty following the simplest instructions. The notion of “body memory” was alien to me. I had a bad case of body amnesia.

Monday Apr 21, 2025
Monday Apr 21, 2025
Felix is our cat. He had made a small noise a few minutes before landing, but I had thought nothing of it. Now it smelled as if something was badly amiss. I know you might be having your breakfast as you listen to this, so suffice to say, of the three types of potential messes an animal could make in a small container, this was the worst of the options.