my dearest friend

Dear sweet Clara Jean Coleman:

I have sent you here because I cherish our friendship so dearly, and aside from several letters, I feel that I have not expressed it enough.  But I put much love and heart into each confetti laden envelope, so I hope that you've enjoyed them.  However, as you know, I have unbridled disdain for a certain networking website's negative influence on my life, so I have chosen to do something very 2004 by starting a blog.  You are the only one who knows about it aside from me.  Hope that's not creepy.

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I know that there are often these senseless, unpredictable things that encroach upon our lives, causing us to fall into an endless abyss of insecurity, frustration, guilt, and ultimately doubt.  It's difficult for me to even admit to myself sometimes, but there is a silver lining, a beam of light on the horizon, all of that.  Because there has to be.  Because we have to keep going, or we would lose every grain of sanity within us.  To hell with those who doubt you, causing the aforementioned insecurity, frustration and guilt.  People like that need to be plucked from their public surroundings and dropped on a shitty person island together.  This past year has pummeled you with numerous challenges, and you've hung in there like a good sport.  Despite your moments of desolation and ever-changing scenery, you have churned out an impressive body of work.


It is imperative that you know the impact that you've had on my life.  You're one of the greatest people I've ever known.  Your sensitivity for others and ability to empathize with even the most common of strangers is unmatched.  When you are feeling down and bluesy, I feel down and bluesy.  When you're ecstatic, I am ecstatic.  I never want distance (or any other factors) hindering our wonderful friendship.  You are my fellow woman, my sister, and my dearest friend.