friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
Don't be Choco-late
Sweetness wafted through the air as Jenny stepped in to the room. There were so many tasty smells lingering, her stomach started to grumble. She didn’t want to be here, she wanted to be back home in her comfortable bedroom eating chocolate cake where she was in her safe zone.
By Ashleigh Holmes6 years ago in Humans
Linda
Dear Linda, Its been a long time since you left me and went on you journey to heaven.I was not there when you passed but I did get to see you while you were in the hospital.Your daughter Jen called me to let me know how ill you were,I had lost touch with you for a while ....I had no idea.
By Sara Walsh Paschal6 years ago in Humans
To My Long-term Roommate
To My Long-term Roommate, Boarding school is an unconventional way to make friends. But something about those first few weeks away from home in a big city school propels the forging of friendships with the speed of necessity. Unconventional as those friendships may have been, they were unwavering, a new family found overnight. When we first met, we came to realise that we had lived an hour away from each other our whole lives and never known. Both raised on farms in rural Western Australia, dust in our lungs and red dirt between our toes since we were babies. When the distance of an hour between us shrunk down to two metres of space between our beds, we clung to what we shared, our farms and families far away and a new life stretched out before us. Like most of the other girls, the places we’d grown up were too remote and unpopulated to accommodate a high school. Not as uncommon as you’d think in Australia. Countless towns were simply too small and many of us were too remote to travel to the closest school each day. So boarding school was normal in our lives, something we always knew would come eventually. But that didn’t make leaving home at twelve any less frightening. You were from a town as close to mine as you could get in remote Australia. You understood me, and standing at the threshold of a new life, nothing was more reassuring.
By Jeanie Mae6 years ago in Humans
STRENGTH IN NUMBERS
Dear Us, We are two of the strongest women I know! Why it has taken me weeks to think of this, I have no idea. But that is the way inspiration and writing work. I just needed a little nudge. It came in the form of a very special someone you left behind. So here's to us during a month that honors strong women! And here's to the honored one left behind to write about two of the most beautiful women I am honored to know and carry on with their legacy.
By Lisa Brasher6 years ago in Humans
Dear Jeanie
Dear Jeanie, I don't usually write you letters. When you went to the Boston Conservatory of Music, in the early 1990's, I wrote to you, but you never wrote back. Instead, you called me on the phone long distance, which cost a lot back then. It wasn't until I continued to write and you called me once a month, that I finally saw the pattern. I asked you why you never wrote to me, you finally told me you were Dyslexic. I didn't know what that was, so I looked it up. The internet was brand new, but I was still checking out books from the library. It was still a few years before I understood what a difficult time you had reading and writing. I am in awe you were able to graduate with honors from the Conservatory.
By Marilee G. Hyde6 years ago in Humans
