I, on the other hand, was an aficionado of the cultural arts, especially all things French,
But then good friends don’t generally give much thought to their differences, or, for that matter, to their similarities.
Still, if back when we were college friends Jan and I could have looked into a crystal ball we’d no doubt have been astonished to learn of something we had in common that neither of us could have imagined at the time: that we were destined, someday far in the future, to have our first books published within a week of each other.
But when we were twenty-one years old that shared event was decades away.
Jan and I fell out of close touch and the years rolled on as did our lives in their respective directions until our only communication was a yearly Christmas card, if that.
In truth I can't remember what made me think of Jan a few weeks ago. But I did, I guess the way you sometimes do, out of the blue and for no particular reason, think of someone you used to know, you wonder how they're doing, what they're up to, and you find yourself feeling like getting in touch.
And so, to that end, thank goodness for Facebook.
I looked up Jan, we friended, and I soon learned:
And, like me, Jan expanded from writing stories for magazines to writing a book,
"At Home On a Horse in the Woods: A Memoir” by my friend Janet Wolanin Alexander is a series of soulfully-written essays and prose poems that come together as a memoir/meditation on one woman’s love of and transcendent connection to all things equine. Jan opens her life and heart to the reader, sharing her personal struggles, longings, joys, and spiritual journey as well as her ever-widening discovery along the way of the beauty and wonder of God’s world through the beloved horses in her life. Available at: https://www.amazon.com//dp/194216630 |