Firstly, I want to say I'm sorry for the loss of people who were there for you when you needed them the most, yet happy that you have other people who you can always rely on to have your back.
A friend of mine died a couple of weeks ago, and it's sent my mind on a weird ride of assessing and re-assessing the people in my life, and the people that used to be in my life but who for various reasons are not there any more.
I think life is too short and too precious to waste it thinking about what comes afterwards - we all need to be better at taking advantage of the here and now and living life while we still have time to do so.
Also, happy birthday - I hope you have lots of great things planned
I’m so sorry for your loss. I wish there more people like Joe and Janice out there, but I think you’ll be those types of parents to your kids’ friends, so in that way, their legacy lives on.
Also, I knew you went through a lot in high school, but hells no, I didn’t know you were basically transient and homeless. How you’ve managed to overcome that and thrive is amazing.
I'm so sorry for your loss, but so glad you had Joe, Janice and Natalie as a surrogate family to buoy you through those traumatic times. Just bought How to Do the Work and I'm looking forward to it. I'm down with anything that comes with its own notebook!
As always, much love to you and sending some towards your friends.
I’m so sorry for your loss. What a sacred act, a ceremony, to get to sift through drawers and closets, peer into cabinets and piece together the intimate mundanity of two unique lives. What a gorgeous way to say “goodbye” and “I love you.”
The relationships I have with the women in my life are the life boats I’ve used time and again to save myself, often from myself. My sisters have saved me from things I can’t even type. My best friend since first grade insisted on paying for my divorce lawyer when she knew I couldn’t afford it and would remain stuck without it. My college girlfriends remind me who I am, who I’ve always been to them, whenever I begin to drift or forget. Life boats all of them, ready to let me flop aboard, choking, spent, when I’m tired of treading water, when I’ve tried to live by one of my old bullshit lines again. “I get along better with guys.” “I’m just not very ‘good’ at being a girl.” Such lame excuses that do nothing but waste time. I think I’ve been afraid of women because we are powerful beyond measure, and the ones I know personally are positively luminescent. I used to be jealous of it, but now I just want to bask in that glow.
I don’t know if you follow the poet Kate Baer on IG (@katejbaer), but she posted a poem on women friendship last week titled “Friend Text Thread” that perfectly describes a relationship and an ongoing text thread I share with two of my closest female loves. Her words made me see our shared daily Wordle scores, our recipe links, our late-night disclosures and accompanying furious support, for what they are: Everything.
"Like throwing a handful of wildflower seeds into fertile soil, watch their kindness spread and grow and continue to fluorish in each new season of life." This really speaks to me. So glad I found you again. It is lovely going back through all of these posts I missed. Thank you!
Firstly, I want to say I'm sorry for the loss of people who were there for you when you needed them the most, yet happy that you have other people who you can always rely on to have your back.
A friend of mine died a couple of weeks ago, and it's sent my mind on a weird ride of assessing and re-assessing the people in my life, and the people that used to be in my life but who for various reasons are not there any more.
I think life is too short and too precious to waste it thinking about what comes afterwards - we all need to be better at taking advantage of the here and now and living life while we still have time to do so.
Also, happy birthday - I hope you have lots of great things planned
I’m so sorry for your loss. I wish there more people like Joe and Janice out there, but I think you’ll be those types of parents to your kids’ friends, so in that way, their legacy lives on.
Also, I knew you went through a lot in high school, but hells no, I didn’t know you were basically transient and homeless. How you’ve managed to overcome that and thrive is amazing.
I'm so sorry for your loss, but so glad you had Joe, Janice and Natalie as a surrogate family to buoy you through those traumatic times. Just bought How to Do the Work and I'm looking forward to it. I'm down with anything that comes with its own notebook!
As always, much love to you and sending some towards your friends.
I’m so sorry for your loss. What a sacred act, a ceremony, to get to sift through drawers and closets, peer into cabinets and piece together the intimate mundanity of two unique lives. What a gorgeous way to say “goodbye” and “I love you.”
The relationships I have with the women in my life are the life boats I’ve used time and again to save myself, often from myself. My sisters have saved me from things I can’t even type. My best friend since first grade insisted on paying for my divorce lawyer when she knew I couldn’t afford it and would remain stuck without it. My college girlfriends remind me who I am, who I’ve always been to them, whenever I begin to drift or forget. Life boats all of them, ready to let me flop aboard, choking, spent, when I’m tired of treading water, when I’ve tried to live by one of my old bullshit lines again. “I get along better with guys.” “I’m just not very ‘good’ at being a girl.” Such lame excuses that do nothing but waste time. I think I’ve been afraid of women because we are powerful beyond measure, and the ones I know personally are positively luminescent. I used to be jealous of it, but now I just want to bask in that glow.
I don’t know if you follow the poet Kate Baer on IG (@katejbaer), but she posted a poem on women friendship last week titled “Friend Text Thread” that perfectly describes a relationship and an ongoing text thread I share with two of my closest female loves. Her words made me see our shared daily Wordle scores, our recipe links, our late-night disclosures and accompanying furious support, for what they are: Everything.
"Like throwing a handful of wildflower seeds into fertile soil, watch their kindness spread and grow and continue to fluorish in each new season of life." This really speaks to me. So glad I found you again. It is lovely going back through all of these posts I missed. Thank you!