tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post3310219436652534384..comments2008-12-12T08:46:32.371-08:00GIRL'S GONE CHILDnoreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-10818541647786723122008-12-12T08:46:00.000-08:002008-12-12T08:46:00.000-08:00Wow, reading you for the first time and...I am wondering why I didn't find you faster. Love your blog. You make me want to blog again...<BR/>Anyhoo, you are so right - it does get complicated. You want to reconnect with the past, but things are different now and really, what is the point? Life is about moving forward, not backwards. Here here, my friend.Finellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05738010726242621617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-41094842226089095262008-12-12T08:25:00.000-08:002008-12-12T08:25:00.000-08:00If no one else has told you, I will tell you to go listen to When I Was A Boy by Dar Williams. Great post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-17106208761444301822008-12-10T15:14:00.000-08:002008-12-10T15:14:00.000-08:00Things do change. I used to have mostly male friends. Now my male friends are more acquaintances who I invite to parties, but don't hang out with one-on-one or call when I need someone to talk with. <BR/><BR/>I guess it's better that way. They have girlfriends who probably wouldn't like it and I have a boyfriend who probably wouldn't like it. Oh well.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930613872567626267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-39347089036583751362008-12-09T20:40:00.000-08:002008-12-09T20:40:00.000-08:00My son's very best friend is a little girl. I kind of hope they'll grow up together and get married. <BR/><BR/>I think you should call your friend. Life is complicated, but not so much we can't control HOW complicated.the weirdgirlhttp://weirdgirl.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-11472917747288234232008-12-08T12:06:00.000-08:002008-12-08T12:06:00.000-08:00I have never found it put a better way. I felt as if I were reading my own story!!! Thanks for sharing.Booba Juicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893124919568283507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-46324120611365435162008-12-07T20:37:00.000-08:002008-12-07T20:37:00.000-08:00My first time on your blog and you go and make me cry! Mean! Seriously though, great post...I miss that too.★Susan★http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-45303646199614388242008-12-07T13:03:00.000-08:002008-12-07T13:03:00.000-08:00im crying....Kendranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-51920058594940999492008-12-07T08:11:00.000-08:002008-12-07T08:11:00.000-08:00This was so true and good. Thanks for writing it.Pgoodnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446275487595330171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-21089973419928882922008-12-06T07:08:00.000-08:002008-12-06T07:08:00.000-08:00"The boy who was my first word"... are you kidding me? That's so heartbreakingly sweet and poetic. I stand amazed.breedermamahttp://breedermama.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-71975148477321303392008-12-05T18:11:00.000-08:002008-12-05T18:11:00.000-08:00I loved this. Thank you.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909838671931250540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-24203031398020603202008-12-05T17:07:00.000-08:002008-12-05T17:07:00.000-08:00This was totally gorgeous, oh, my. That made me wish things weren't so complicated, even still.sweetsalty katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15822876211091242851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-44710664708624507882008-12-05T16:52:00.000-08:002008-12-05T16:52:00.000-08:00Archer is well on his way to heterosexuality! Yay! Congratulations, you didn't screw up as a parent.<BR/><BR/>(sarcasm is sometimes difficult to interpret online. But all my words to you are intended with so much affection, even love!)Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748210637559424503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-67914244463077636882008-12-05T14:08:00.000-08:002008-12-05T14:08:00.000-08:00This made me want to cry.auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15977335384543321307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-83396059061818545032008-12-05T12:22:00.000-08:002008-12-05T12:22:00.000-08:00I also just "friended" one of my early childhood friends - who was a boy and is now a man - on Facebook. You captured the nostalgia so beautifully. I am very much enjoying catching up via IM and wall posts - learning about his wife and little boy and dogs and laughing at all the ways in which his son is like the little boy I knew so long ago.Bridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851187725421773468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-78770063236197802302008-12-05T12:04:00.000-08:002008-12-05T12:04:00.000-08:00Totally captured it. Just 'friended' on Facebook the boy I lived with from 19 to 22. Am much older now. That feeling of nostalgia doesn't go away.katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381851314937976185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-40981261209344619952008-12-05T11:52:00.000-08:002008-12-05T11:52:00.000-08:00Wow! What a post! No words...Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18357493967637284998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-56683873667371591762008-12-05T10:24:00.000-08:002008-12-05T10:24:00.000-08:00I always love to read your posts and there are so many adjectives to describe them: funny, witty, nostalgic, teary-eyed, you name it! i don't get to visit often, but I love coming here for a laugh and oh, for the wonderful writing! <BR/><BR/>congrats on fable! i bet archer is the best big bro, next to mine, of course!<BR/><BR/>missouri girlStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12334597521712284114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-35554423940635758482008-12-04T16:55:00.000-08:002008-12-04T16:55:00.000-08:00I miss when making friends was as simple as approaching someone at the swings. I miss hugging people just because you saw that they needed it, without over-thinking how it would be received. I miss falling asleep like a litter of puppies, your limbs entangled with those of your friends, because you tired yourselves out laughing. <BR/><BR/>I wonder how many people secretly feel this way. I wish it was ok to say so out loud. It would be nice to have "real" friends again.sarahhttp://smallfox.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-67614565693720329402008-12-04T14:58:00.000-08:002008-12-04T14:58:00.000-08:00You've articulated what I've spent 16 years trying to. My Andrew was Matthew. We lived across the street from one another, and our mothers were best friends. Matt's mom committed suicide when we were 12. His Dad asked us to stop calling, claiming it was too hard for Matt to move on and deal with his grief when he was constantly reminded of his mom. To this day I don't know if that's what Matt wanted, or if he thinks we chose to walk away. One day he was my best friend; the next I was dealing with the grief of two losses. Matt and I used to tell each other "Forever" too; I often think about him and hope he's happy.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for putting words to what I never could.Jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-63316056514212688892008-12-04T13:40:00.000-08:002008-12-04T13:40:00.000-08:00This. Exactly this.<BR/><BR/>God, how are you able to always say what I'm thinking?! It's kind of freaky, you know. ;)<BR/><BR/>My best friend in the universe was a guy I've known since birth. And we're still friends...in a way. But he's married and lives 4 hours away, and I'm married with a kid, and it's just not the same. He and his wife (who's lovely) visit when they're in the area, and we talk about jobs and vacations and future plans, but it's just...not the same. Not like when we played video games for hours and drove all day just to be at the beach for sunset and laid on my bed all afternoon talking about the world we wanted to see one day. <BR/><BR/>And it makes me sad. That through nobody's fault, we lost that. Just because we kind of had to. Because we're the "grown-ups" now.<BR/><BR/>Sigh...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-61083663539043977272008-12-04T10:25:00.000-08:002008-12-04T10:25:00.000-08:00Wow! Thanks for this beautiful post.Sadienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-36843928195802445572008-12-04T07:45:00.000-08:002008-12-04T07:45:00.000-08:00I know what you mean, too. Weird how much things change and absolutely lovely pictures!Hilaryhttp://www.swopefiles.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-17876634926062005342008-12-04T01:09:00.000-08:002008-12-04T01:09:00.000-08:00hi, nice to meet you.check me at http://www.bikersingle.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-89747076564764561752008-12-03T21:14:00.000-08:002008-12-03T21:14:00.000-08:00My first time on your site - and I can promise you I will be back. You had me at "he watches..."<BR/><BR/>Beautifully written.The Odd Couplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066014497542383107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-35543333792698912822008-12-03T20:00:00.000-08:002008-12-03T20:00:00.000-08:00Love the photos. So innocent and sweet.Emsxietyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10483824195560194154noreply@blogger.com