This is by my oldest friend.
She’s an artist. She was born that way.
And now, she’s an author.
I’ve ordered her book.
A few months ago, she cooked spaghetti sauce for me and mailed it overnight for a party I was having because she is Italian and I’m not and her recipe is better than Ragu in a Jar.
And we met in 4th grade. I was new. She was new the year before.
She is small and dark haired and Italian and from a big family.
I am taller, red-head, Irish and from a small family.
She had sisters everywhere at her big old house. We played in the attic for hours. We debated David Cassidy vs. Donny Osmond vs. Bobby Sherman vs. Michael Jackson. Her house was loud and full of voices and people and love. My house had love, too, but was smaller and quieter and less chaotic. We loved both our houses.
We are still different.
I think I color INSIDE the lines.
She colors OUTSIDE.
But we still are friends.
For something like 36 years!!!
Congratulations to you, Laura, on the publishing of your book.
I hope I can make it to a reading!!!