When I was a kid I used to love being pen pals. I’d go to summer camp, make loads of new friends and then write letters to them all year long. Something reminded me of this the other day and I wondered what happened to my pen pals. At some point I guess we just quit writing each other. 🙁 I blame high school and hormones.
But lately I’ve been thinking more and more about what it means to be a good friend and how we can show up for each other.Read Article