I want to kick off Women’s History Month by sharing with my readers the piece I wrote last year focusing on the impact of gathering with other women. At the time I wrote it I was coming off of two special getaways with friends. Then later in that same year I wrote about traveling with my high school girlfriends after our reunion. These experiences of talking, laughing and even crying with good friends nourished my soul and ignited my creativity.
I thought I would throw you a teaser about the novel I have been working on for the past five months. I am not ready to reveal the storyline or theme just yet except for this little tidbit. The supporting fabric of the novel involves four old friends who make the time to meet up together. Just as in my real life, the women value their friendships and look to those times together to relax, have some laughs, and lean into the strength the other women can offer one another. Have no fear, my friends! This is a work of fiction. I may mine my experiences for my fictional writing, but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. (At least until my memoir comes out).
Please read the piece I wrote on the link below. I especially love the part about my mother and her backpacking friends (The Mountain Mamas). A week ago I received a beautiful flower arrangement from my high school gal pals while I was recovering from a little medical procedure (all is well). Their lovely note made me laugh and cry. I shared it with my mom, and she texted me that they are my “friends of the heart (where some are friends of the road).” This made me think how much I value all of the kinds of friends. With having moved over twelve times in my adult life and raising four children, I have many friends of the road. Some remain Christmas Card and Facebook friends. Other friends, the friends of the heart, can live across the river or across the country, and we can go days or months without seeing one another, but our very special bonds remain strong. Another way of looking at friendships that I have heard is that people come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. How lucky I feel today, thinking about all of the women I call friends!
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Mountain Mamas, watercolor by Barbara Papini (my mom)
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