You may remember a sweet friend recently contacted me through e-mail. We hadn’t connected in 25 years! (You can read more of our story here.) After our initial phone tag and texts, we made arrangements to get together this month. It’s been a wonderful rekindling of spirits, filled with much joy and happy tears. Well, this past Monday was the …
Fearless Friendship…Does it Matter?
“Jody” was a sweet girl. She had beautiful blue eyes, a kind smile, and a warm heart. She liked sugar cookies and the color green. We weren’t particularly close friends, though we often shared the same table at lunch. One day, just as I set my tray down, another classmate tapped me on the shoulder. “Hey, Cindy, none of us …
When the Peonies Refused to Bloom
I once attended church with a dear, silver-bunned matron who I thought was widowed. It wasn’t until many years later I learned the truth. “Maude” (not her real name) was divorced. It happened in the late 1950’s when anything less than marital bliss wasn’t discussed. At least openly. After her divorce, Maude went on to work long hours in a laundry …
Mixing Fun and Work
Recently, I had the opportunity to hook up with my friend and agent-mate, Sarah Forgrave. (Isn’t she lovely?) Sarah and her family were vacationing in the area and she and I met for coffee and conversation one morning. I hadn’t seen her since the ACFW conference last year so it was great to catch up and dish writing. Sarah is one …
To Grow a Friendship
Many years ago, I knew an acquaintance I’ll refer to as “Cassie.” I met Cassie as a freshman in college. For a brief time, we worked in the same area on campus. Cassie was the oldest of three siblings and came from a broken home. (Her dad remarried about the time she started college.) Cassie was a bit rough around the …
When Memories Collide with the Truth
Many months ago, I ran into an old friend. Talk about memories! It had been almost 11 years since we’d seen each other–since she’d moved about four states away to begin a new life. I didn’t even know she was back in the area. As I studied “Debbie” (not her real name) from across the store, I realized the years …