tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731762173286561871.post1766684540344886123..comments2023-10-11T11:58:15.514-04:00Comments on honor yourself: life storiesterri st. cloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051778033153655065noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731762173286561871.post-83741340914547697942009-06-13T18:11:59.993-04:002009-06-13T18:11:59.993-04:00I think I know you. It feels as if you know me bec...I think I know you. It feels as if you know me because so much of what you say seem like I could say it too. My friend's father was fun and cool too, but he was also a stranger -- a grown up, and that felt like a world away from mine. <br /><br />I guess it was. <br /><br />I try to keep that connection alive with the friends/children who run through our lives. But it is a tenuous thread at best.Mary Ellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11269460377588210781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731762173286561871.post-70646243734774927652009-06-13T13:55:42.815-04:002009-06-13T13:55:42.815-04:00Terri,
I just came from a small shop in downtown ...Terri,<br /><br />I just came from a small shop in downtown Harrisonburg, VA, where I discovered your art/words and I wanted to tell you how much they affected me. Your prints, "She built her cathedral from the splinters of her shattering," and "She didn't just survive... she became," described PERFECTLY what I am trying to do with my life since my divorce. I consider myself a writer but I've never been able to sum up my feelings quite so well as you did. Thank you!Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16637670293642285740noreply@blogger.com