Memories of St. Louis

While I was in Iowa a month ago, I reached out to a friend from our St. Louis days because she happened to pop into my thoughts. As we talked, we realized she was going to be driving through Iowa very near me after she dropped her kiddo off at college in Minnesota. She kindly drove an extra half hour and we met up at a coffee shop to catch up in person. We hadn't seen each other in two decades, but it was lovely to chat in person.

Lives that had different beginnings and different paths, but shared stories and similar experiences connected us once again. We spoke of our children, our work, caring for those who raised us. The time was well spent.