Is there ever a good reason not to celebrate? Well, possibly, but on this night we found all sorts of reasons to laugh and enjoy all the frivolity that comes easily when girl friends find themselves sitting around a table with candles and cocktails. Pure fun.
May silliness continue to rule as the days shorten and nights grow long. May laughter always come first. And may all the love that flows between us spread to you all!
This week I’ve been drawn back in time through memory and face to face, spinning into decades ago when I didn’t focus on my future but ran with a few dealing with the very immediacy we were facing. The day to day. We were late to college, already having babies, divorcing and reconfiguring, shifting apace with the swift seasons. We leaned heavily on each other each and every hour. Generally desperate to laugh or write or cry or paint or sort out a way through life’s obstacles. Our twenties and thirties are woven into a shared crazy quilt that binded all our loose strings. Last weekend, after decades apart, we were us once more.
Nine Cent Girl 