They say you can't go home again, but what if home is a moving target and friends sprinkle every place? How do you keep those threads? How do you keep those friends? As a mom, as a woman, friends are most precious.
Thanks to one of my dearest friends, a fun simple wine and cheese let me stay in touch with Houston friends. All it took was an idea and an email and an afternoon putting it together, together. I appreciate all of my girlfriends who took the time to come. They all have an open invitation to come see me in NM!
Friends echo ourselves. We are mirrors for our friends.
What defines us most? A place? A passion? Friends? Family? Talents? Accomplishments? Circumstances? Shared time? Special moments? Memories?