[Sweet friendships refresh the soul...] I have a twin. Or at least he will forever be my twin at heart. (May 2009) When I met Chris (online) 14 or so years ago, it was a bit like looking into a mirror; I saw so much of myself in him. We also have many weird "coincidental" … Continue reading The Voyage: It’ll Be Alright
Ships
[The sweetness of a friend] Alright! So she's on deck again, and she has a lot to unpack. Why is she speaking in third person? I don't know. She does this sometimes, but mostly on Facebook. (Haha) Friendships I've got a lot on my mind about friendships. They can be a sweet and beautiful thing, … Continue reading Ships
Theo the Bard: Continuing Debt
[Love One another] When I met Chuck, "Theo the Bard" was his screen name. He was the first person, and the only person, to ever refer to me as Miss Tina. (I think it's a southern thing.) This is a memory that makes me smile to this day. Chuck is wonderful. If it weren't for … Continue reading Theo the Bard: Continuing Debt
If It Has Roots
Sometimes friendship is golden Sometimes friendship is sweet It's pearls are no trinket or token It's value a treasure indeed. But sometimes friendship is shaken It's tested and tried till it's true Words are hastily spoken It's song gets sung out of tune. Words aren't easily forgotten But forgiveness is not far behind … Continue reading If It Has Roots
Smiles Across the Miles
How nice it would be if you lived close by We could chat and laugh over a cup of tea If only we were neighbors We’d do neighborly things Whatever you needed, you’d know you could ring. Maybe I’m old fashioned But I'm sure it would be sweet To have a friend like you … Continue reading Smiles Across the Miles
Connected but not Connecting?: Here’s the Disconnect
I’d say that most of us want to connect. There are those who prefer to keep to themselves, but I think the majority of us enjoy being part of a community. I’m no expert on community. I wasn't born a social butterfly, or if I was, it was short lived. My parents said that I … Continue reading Connected but not Connecting?: Here’s the Disconnect
Until We Start Over Again
[A time to weep and a time to laugh] When the package that we’d dropped in the mail came back to us with the word “Deceased” written across the mailing label, my reaction was much stronger than I'd anticipated, so as the tears started to flow, Andrew came over and wrapped his arms around me. … Continue reading Until We Start Over Again
