Could it happen again?
Breathe in the scent of your child.
On my rue?
Hug your teen tight.
At my café terrace?
Share a laugh with your neighbor.
During my favorite band’s show?
Exchange a word with the Parisian beside you on the metro.
At the next big match?
Kiss your partner under a streetlamp.
Just possibilities
That cannot hold a candle to what you hold in your hands today.
Hi from you old History teacher! So great to see Amy as I was walking in the neighborhood (I live with my daughter only a few blocks from Amy.)…was good friends with her mother at Wellesley and then again when we all lived in Washington….an old connection!e Amy tells me you are still full of beans plus talent, and I have read a little of your writing below…keep it up…I will read any amount…good thoughts well expressed!…I turned out to be a writer as well…though my “works” are historical…which will not surprise you…got a contract with Ballantine (Random House) and did a lot of “promotion”….you know me…talk, talk, talk!…I think of you with such fondness and am grateful to you and my NCS students who always taught me so much and enriched my life no end. Hugs from me to you and yours…and keep writing…I am right here on my iPad and will not grade or critique as in the olden days! love, Annef
Dear Anne:
Very touched by your note. You are one of the very best teachers I ever had – I loved your lectures and learned loads, plus you got me to finally understand what a split infinitive is!
Sincerely,
x Jane