From a dear friend this week:
Jess, for some reason I was just remembering the first time I ever saw you - I think it was at Laura Etners day care, before we even met. I remember you had this colorful scarf around your head and your hair was all piled up in it and you were dropping Imani and heading towards Featherstone to take pottery class. I just remember thinking, "ok, that girl needs to be my friend!".
Not sure where it
came from, but I remembered it. I do recall feeling a real swagger to
your energy, like a confident stride saying "I don't care about what
all you country bumpkins are up to, I'm getting my groove on today".
I did think all women on the island were country bumpkins back then... now I am one myself. Come on... you'd think I would be into crochet if I still lived in AMSTERDAM?