Two friends meet at a cupcake café
Using sweet smiles to assure each other –
They’re each okay.
But the smiles begin to wobble, the
Conversation wiggles as each reveal
A grief that is separate yet shared. Continue reading
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Can Both Things Be True? A Titled Story
So, here’s A Funny Story. Life is a lot like a snowflake – each of our experiences is different from another’s.
However, we make it through this many-pronged life by sharing our pains and joys and finding those who say, “I know exactly what you mean.”
How can that be?
Snail Mail Snafu
Yesterday my guy received five crank calls that made no sense to him.
The phone calls originated from a CA town where we’ve never lived. The first two calls were hang-ups, then three voice mails, delivered in a shaky female voice: “I have your card. Please call me back.”
“My card? What card?” he worried. He checked his wallet; all of his credit cards were in place. Continue reading
With a Little Help from My Friends
Fear not the vast emptiness of the universe for
Right beside you, surrounding you with understanding,
Identifying your needs and wants and supplying
Endless support as you laugh and cry, and even when
Nothing seems focused or centered in your world,
Damn if your friends don’t suddenly
Smile, and your world becomes sunshine.
The Wind Beneath My Wings
Whenever I hear the expression “you are the wind beneath my wings,” I think about how my friends have blown me through misgivings, doubts, mistakes, dilemmas, marvels, damnations, mysteries, and discomforts.
The times I laugh the loudest, and cry the hardest, are with my friends.
The wind beneath my wings.
One night this week, a group of six friends took me out to celebrate the publication of my book, The Right Wrong Man. They passed around cards of encouragement and pride, they plied me with chocolate bars to fortify me in my (writing) times of need. They gave me a bag full of ‘writing essentials’ in case the power went out: notebook, candle, pencils, pens, and an eraser that says ‘delete.’
God, I love my friends.
I cherish the faded photos of my first steady friends – friendships cemented during our college years of love found, love lost, tests failed, classes 
passed, maturity endured, parties survived.
And I cherish the photo of us, decades later, still smiling together.
Women are only as strong as their friendships, yes?
Decades after college, still smiling.
A week ago, another friend, “Inda the Bride,” took me out for lunch to celebrate my book, and before I knew what she was doing, two glasses of champagne sparkled on our table. Her friendship goes way back, including an evening 20 years ago when my daughter made glittery nameplates for our dinner table, but the glimmering “L” came off long before dessert. Linda’s been Inda ever since. Oh, and she and her love married in our house; I even pressed the CD button as she came down our stairs, so Pachelbel Canon in D Major would soothe her jittery nerves.
The wind beneath our wings.
Just as I’m writing this, I see an e-mail pop up from a ‘new’ friend. We’ve only known each other for 12 years. A Baby Friendship. She writes:
MADS helped me survive New England winters, teaching me how to drive in the snow (close your eyes and pray), how to tutor special ed students (stare them in the eyes and love them), and how to laugh when you want to cry.
The wind beneath my wings.
When I began this blog almost two years ago, the second post I wrote was about a long-time friendship – “A Place I Could Easily Call Home” (http://bit.ly/placecallhome), and the first poem I posted explained that “Friendship sooths the rough edge of life.” (http://bit.ly/friendshipoem).
As I scroll down the friendships of my life, the special women who have helped me get through my fears and my devils, helped me celebrate my joys and my loves, I thank them for the wind they’ve provided beneath my wings.
Cheers and love to you, my friends!
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