I am so thankful that I have so many amazing friends. Each one is truly spirited, yet each so very different. I’ve chosen only a few to write about – those deeply in my heart and my thoughts – for their aliveness, uniqueness, and for helping me shape who I am. They are my spirited men and women confidants, sounding boards, and role models. I wouldn’t be who I am today without them.
Dorys: We met at Bucknell University, but really grew close years after graduation living down the block from each other. Dorys is yoga classes, walks and talks along Kennedy Boulevard East, and the consistent check-in phone call, reminding me someone cares. She is talking with her hands when she’s excited, phenomenal writing when she gets inspired to pick up a pen, and big, strong hugs. I love her kindness, her pride in a hand-written note over a quick email, and her mojitos and banana pudding. Her voice makes me smile.
Brian: We met at HBO, both financial guys at the time, although no longer. While he moved to North Carolina, we still see each other often, and talk all the time. Brian is volleyball, the decathlon, and Atlantic City. He’s politics, philosophy, and fun. He’s questions that make you think for days, hearty laughs, and poking and prodding to get a reaction from someone. I love his zest for life, the way he interacts with others, and his player-exterior, teddy-bear interior. His provocative questioning challenges me.
Heather: We met at the Galaxy gym after her personal trainer introduced us fellow writers. After our second meeting at the same gym, she scurried to her apartment to get me a book about writing. Seven years later we still talk about writing, family, and all the joys of life, the challenges, too. Heather is Writers Group, Starbucks coffee talks, and Christmas Eve with enough food to feed a packed Broadway house. She is greeting cards about friendship, books about spirituality and writing, and talks about everything. I love her spitfire, take-no-prisoners way, her passion for her story, and her risotto, arugula salad, and coq au vain. Her words make me aspire.