Sunday, September 21, 2014

Dear friends, I heart you

This post is about my buddies. I was fortunate enough to travel all over the US in my early years and recently to Spain, in so doing I met some of the greatest people in the world. (I'm not biased at all.)

This is M. She and I met at Marshfield Junior High when I happened to sit next to her at the lunch table and announced, "My mom had nine miscarriages!" We've been best friends ever since. She's been my rock through all the stresses of my life. I would take a bullet for her.

My best friend in the world. M. 
"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them." 
--Ralph Waldo Emerson

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These two I met while working at the UVU Library back when in was a two-story closet. I run races with T (on the right) and go shopping with D (left). All of us love Doctor Who, Buffy, Supernatural, ComicCon, and watching the Oscars for the jalapeno peppers and Swedish meatballs. (Sometimes we even joke about dressing up for the party, but we never do.) We love board games, Dr. Pepper, and riffing on each other.

D, me, and T hanging out on one of our movie or speed scrabble nights. 
"Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another: 'What! You Too? I thought I was the only one.'" 

--C.S. Lewis

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Mel was in my ward back in Missouri in the early 90s. She lived with my family for a summer when we were young, but our friendship really took off when we reconnected a few years ago. She has a sensational giggle and the best sense of humor--a notable duo--and is one of the most intelligent women I've ever met. She's a force to be reckoned with. Here we are in costume for the Sundance Film Festival in February 2014.

Mel and me eating pancakes like a boss.
"Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends." 
--Virginia Woolf

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Roni Jo and me, rock-climbing
Roni Jo taught two of my courses in my reading endorsement program, which I took in 2007. But segued from teacher-student to pals last October, when we started rock-climbing together. She is vivacious and brilliant. I learned from her to be brave, to stand up, proudly, for your beliefs. Also, she's a killer resource for all your education-based questions.

"I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better." 

--Plutarch


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The first time I saw K in person was at the Barcelona airport. She's in my cohort at Cedar Crest. We shared a cab to our hotel and, in two weeks, pretty much traipsed every inch of the city. She loves people and shares my unquenchable passion for gelato and writing.

K and me 
"Be true to your work, your word, and your friends." 

--Henry David Thoreau

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N and me running the Invasion 5K
Nic and I are old college buddies. Back then, we were busy with our new husbands and school, so our friendship orbited around joint English classes. But later, after we both had a couple kids, we reconnected via facebook and leaned on each other for support during some very stressful times in our lives. She's kind and has a inexplicable, enviable amount of inner strength and endurance.

"The only way to have a friend is to be one." 

--Ralph Waldo Emerson

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This is B and me. B is one of the many talented writers in my cohort. Her work is delicious, her words chewy. We only had a couple of meals together, but I think she's great, every outspoken, comedic, down-to-earth bit of her. 

I love this woman! B! You're the best!
"There's not a word yet for old friends who've just met." 

--Jim Henson

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Two babies. One womb. (A Writer's Dilemma)



I had a friend, a new mom, who ached for another child before her newborn had learned to roll-over. When she shared this desire, I listened, curiously nodding my head and masking the fact that I had no frame of reference for that kind of yearning. I spaced out my children by nearly four years, partly for medical reasons and partly because I preferred not to have two kids in diapers simultaneously. It was all I could handle as a working mother. Only one poop-machine at a time, thank you. ;) But now, as I read COMMITTED by Elizabeth Gilbert, the non-fiction compilation of her global research on the nature, history, and cultural variations on marriage, I can finally understand my friend's craving. 


I've birthed a hefty 62,000 word memoir, A KISS WITHOUT A MUSTACHE, and in the editing process, I'm  swiping clean the bits of placenta and birth gunk. It needs to be fed strong verbs and burped the excess. It needs an agent, publisher, and an audience, for goodness sake, yet my conscious is sneaking off to jot notes about my second book--the memoir of being in a polygamous marriage with my husband and his depression. I may have to divide my attentions a little bit. And (side note) this is, I believe, the only acceptable version of twins I could manage. 

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