Wednesday, June 10, 2015


Hello there, friend,

I am so glad to hear your weekend was amazing! There was no doubt that it would be, but it is still good to hear that you came home so full. I thought quite a bit about what it would be like to have my own group of friends like that, where we could gather and share our lives in the way you've described.

Then I remembered my book club, a lively group of women I see every four to six weeks, who I have laughed with and cried with and toasted with over the last two years. I rarely see any of these ladies outside of our book club meetings, and yet something magical happens when we gather. We stay up late drinking wine and talking. And we actually read the books.

We met Saturday night to discuss Station Eleven (an amazing book, if you haven't read it). One of the ladies owns a boat on the Erie Canal, so it was there that we gathered, watching the sun go down as the evening wrapped its cool hands around us. We were up well after midnight and, even though I always say I won't stay up that late this time, I always do. Because it's once a month and we're there to celebrate and simply be together.

xo,
L