Tag Archives: friendship
Yes, yes, we did our drawing. And we have a winner! When we met on Skype this week, I cut up little pieces of paper and Michelle and I added up the count. I threw them in the hat and … Continue reading
Last September I went to my first writers’ conference. I had the good fortune of running into a former classmate from a memoir writing class I had taken at The Muse, who I hadn’t seen for a few months. Jennifer.
I just began to write a post for this week and realized I haven’t posted about our last face-to-face meeting!
Yeah, okay, it’s only been two weeks, but between my move and lack of internet service and Michelle’s trip, we weren’t able to get on-line last week. But I saw her smiling face this week, coffee cup in hand. We … Continue reading
Are moves ever really smooth? I mean really? Your stuff gets broken, chipped. You can’t find the spoons to unpack so you have to eat with the ice cream scooper. You live around boxes, stepping over things. You go without … Continue reading
I’ve made this meal various times before. This is not how it is supposed to look….
Looks like the dreaded move is almost upon us. When Jennifer and I looked at the calendar today, we could hardly believe it. Next week is our last meeting. Face to face that is. She’s moving away. Not to worry! … Continue reading
Memoir writing is tough. Every chapter is its own unique emotional wringer. Jennifer and I have a (rather unique) way of combating this, and though the silly hats definitely take the edge off, the cooking and having fun in the … Continue reading