I thought friendships would begin when I was about 5 years old. Certainly I would meet the little boy next door or a girl in my Sunday school class would want to take me home like a new puppy. But I was an awkward child, so my first friend didn’t come into my life until I was 9 years old. Her name was Florence and while we were the same age , we were different colors. Florence was a warm brown tone and I was a little like a dirty blanket, white with specs of wear and tear. Our friendship wrapped us together in such a way that we never saw the differences.
We only got a jump start on our friendship since my parents moved away for a new job and Florence was being raised by her grandfather who was born and rooted in our small community. I miss Florence.
Over the years, friendships with girls and women have blossomed and wilted like an annual in the garden. I watered some and they lasted for awhile. Yet many simply withered as if in the hot sun and cold winter. Maybe I just wasn’t ready to give of myself.
I believe I could climb Mt Everest if a girlfriend would go up the mountain with me, one step at a time, encouragement after encouragement, fear upon fear. I am invincible with the help of my friends.
This is why I will fill the pages of this blog with stories that speak to the depth of friendships with girls and women. We will share our stories. We will turn them upside down, stack them sideways and roll them up and down the hills of life.
I have been writing stories and books for over three decades. Words are my friends. Girleinsteinofwords will be my voice reaching out to you… in friendship.
Kristin
We only got a jump start on our friendship since my parents moved away for a new job and Florence was being raised by her grandfather who was born and rooted in our small community. I miss Florence.
Over the years, friendships with girls and women have blossomed and wilted like an annual in the garden. I watered some and they lasted for awhile. Yet many simply withered as if in the hot sun and cold winter. Maybe I just wasn’t ready to give of myself.
I believe I could climb Mt Everest if a girlfriend would go up the mountain with me, one step at a time, encouragement after encouragement, fear upon fear. I am invincible with the help of my friends.
This is why I will fill the pages of this blog with stories that speak to the depth of friendships with girls and women. We will share our stories. We will turn them upside down, stack them sideways and roll them up and down the hills of life.
I have been writing stories and books for over three decades. Words are my friends. Girleinsteinofwords will be my voice reaching out to you… in friendship.
Kristin
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