Hey, Amanda.
In a few minutes I'm off to my big school event tonight, after which I think I'll be able to breather for a little bit...until I realize how little there is left of the school year and how much I still have to do. In fact, I'm sure panic will set in. Oh well. For tonight anyway I will be able to take a deep breath and toast to a job well done. Perhaps I'll take myself out for a late, light dinner afterward.
That being said, I will have a bit less stress and a bit more time after tonight to sit down and write.
I hope all is well with you.
Love,
Barb
Twenty years, two marriages, two childbirths, three children, three thousand miles... One solid friendship
First Words
Barb: What color is that nail polish?
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
About Barb and Amanda
Barb and Amanda met in graduate school in Boston. Masters in tow, Amanda moved back to the Pacific Northwest, where she subsequently married, then remarried, and is now the mother of three. Barb stayed on the east coast (a few more of those years in Boston), never married, used to visit Amanda often, and is teetering dangerously close to to becoming the kind of teacher she and Amanda said they would never become. Faithful correspondents since they parted ways, only the medium has changed. Back in the day, they actually passed a journal back and forth via snail mail. (Honestly. They are stored in Barb's parents' attic.) This is their first attempt at blogging.
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