Then
there's the flurry of e-mails I exchanged with an SCBWI member from Ohio. Living
equidistant from both Nashville and Birmingham, I'm a member of SCBWI Southern
Breeze but a visitor to SCBWI Midsouth events. As such, I'm on both listservs.
An Ohio SCBWI member, Kerrie Logan Hollihan, sent an e-mail seeking information
about the Southern Festival of Books as she was invited to sit on its panel in
October. (She’ll be signing her latest book, Rightfully Ours: How Women Won the Vote). Her name rang no bells,
but I recognized her hometown and promptly wrote back, admitting my ignorance
about the festival but commenting that I, too, lived in Blue Ash once upon a
time. In return, she asked if I were Nathan's mom. When she told me her son's
name, going on to tell me he majored in music, I knew exactly who she was. (Her
son had played the lead in Oklahoma
the year we lived there.) Our children shared the same grades and schools, and
we mothers knew and liked each other. Our connection stemmed from 1996.
Traveling
another path, I’ve been actively reconnecting with my friends from where I grew
up, my small town of Arlington, Ohio. (There were 47 in my graduating class.) Although
I attended most of the reunions and two of us steadily exchanged Christmas
cards throughout the years, with the advent of e-mail, I reconnected with
another classmate and then one more. The five of us are jumping onboard the friendSHIP
that’s sailing down to Gulf Shores this fall. Five grown women, giggling over
the past and cementing the friendship of the future—nothing quite like it.
My point
is that it is, indeed, a small world. You never know when you'll reconnect with
old friends. You never know where your journey will take you.
So keep
your ears and eyes open for adventure.
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