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Sorry for the hiatus. If anyone cares. It’s not that I’ve been uninspired, I’ve just been very busy. And at the moment I need to be not on the computer but cleaning my downstairs so I can have a friend over on Tuesday night. I am a disgustingly bad housekeeper. If I were my husband I would fire me. I must have some other redeeming qualities.

The other day, while driving, I was thinking about one of the most fun times of my life, summer 2001. I was a summer missionary, working for a youth missions camp in Virginia with three other delightful girls and our then-high-school helper, Soundboy. Yes, he has a real name, but oh well. We were all single, 19 and 20-year-olds, and it was insane.

That’s the four of us, interviewing Thomas Jefferson in Williamsburg, VA. I’m the loser with the tag sticking out on my tricorner hat. This particular day, we made a video of us being lunatics in Williamsburg. We interviewed TJ, a boy scout troop, and a lady in costume. We danced in the streets. I think the best part of the whole summer was the ability to just be my insane self without any self-consciousness. When I get together with these now-grown-up-ladies (not often anymore, considering we live in Boston, Nashville, Norfolk, and south of Richmond), I can still let go and be wild. I can say exactly what comes to my mind. That is such a rare quality in friendships, and I love it.

#s 1, 2, 4, 5, and 6, I love and miss you all.

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