The Friend Whisperer The story is about my husband, Douglas. The most extraordinary aspect of Douglas is his ability to make friends wherever we go. He never meets a stranger, in that everyone he encounters is fascinating to him, and he cannot wait to hear their stories. I call him the "Friend Whisperer!" In Quarteria,... Continue Reading →
Douglas and I drove to my hometown today to visit my best friend in the hospital. I had not seen her for months, when I got a call from her on Wednesday that she had been in intensive care. I felt so bad that I had not called her in nearly three weeks, especially as... Continue Reading →
Who says that we cannot be friends Because you're pink and I am green? It's silly to think that way, And it's also very mean. Our hearts are so much alike That I often think just like you. Our colors are so unimportant, All that matters is I love you. Some people think that friends... Continue Reading →
Jan and Carol have grown accustomed to the stares they engender when together in public. They understand why people are confused. They are opposites in many ways. Jan is more liberal in her ideology, while Carol is more conservative. Jan votes Democratic and Carol votes Republican. People wonder how can they still be such great... Continue Reading →
It's really not all that ground-shaking for most people to find a new friend. But for me, it seems earth-shattering and good. I have never known how to make friends, and decided that in my older years, I would try to change. I learned to be a loner, to protect myself from pain and rejection.... Continue Reading →
I did return to the gym for the second day of the new classes that I have signed up to take. The first class was so easy that I thought that I would just cruise through the classes. But, the second day is the one that brings us into reality. My new acquaintance and I... Continue Reading →
Caroline sat on the floor, tears streaming down her face, feeling as if she were coming apart at the seams. Everything was going wrong in her life. The promotion that everyone thought was hers had been given to an outsider. Her boyfriend had ended their relationship. Staring at the picture in a magazine of a... Continue Reading →
I believed that I had no useful purpose in the world. I worked for the local telephone company, and all day long, I answered people's complaints with their computers or printers. While I knew that the work was important, I felt like a cog in a machine, not someone offering a uniqueness perspective to people... Continue Reading →
When we strike up a friendship in our teens, we don't know that it has the potential to last the rest of our lives. At present, my oldest friend and I have been friends for 52 years. She approached me one day and started a conversation. I was so surprised, because no one wanted to... Continue Reading →
