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Celebrating Friends

I woke up this morning to the chill of an unusually cold winter morning in Phoenix with a sense of excited anticipation.
No, I didn't want to leave the warm cocoon of pillows and blankets I was buried underneath, but it's one of those things you have to brave the cold for when you're expecting something wonderful to happen.
That sense of anticipation did not disappoint, because this arrived today.

It's a book!

Yes, it's a book.
No, it does not feature any of my writing (I wish!).
It does feature the writings of one of my favorite people on the planet - a best friend who has become far more like a sister than just a friend in the fifteen years or so we've known each other.
Bama, the nickname my family has so lovingly given her.

How many hours have we spent texting/calling/IMing/etc, in the name of venting/spilling the beans/crying/collaborating on the next great writing project (that may or may not ever see the light of day)?
I lost track a long time ago.
It's hard to maintain a long distance friendship - especially when there are times when one of us *cough* me *cough* gets it in her head to go half a world away every once in a while - but somehow we manage.
I'm thankful for how you continue to have my back in the hard spots, celebrate the good stuff with me, and follow endless rabbit trails because I still haven't learned how to refrain.

And today, after work and obligatory household chores and the noise of the world fades away, I will pick this up and start reading.
Because, dear Bama, as much as I'd like to shout this great news off the rooftops, I think a much better way to celebrate is to dig in.
This is well-deserved, and I am more proud of you than words can express.

You can find this on Amazon: 
All of the winners are fabulously talented writers, so picking up the whole book isn't going to be a hardship - trust me.
My friend's name is Ruth Neilson, if you pick this up and are interested in her contributions specifically.

Until next time,


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