Sometimes it Takes A Few Lost Words to Find Your Voice

I scheduled a call to a dear friend at 7:30 PM, but I failed to do that. It wasn’t because I forgot to call. I knew I had to call her, but I couldn’t remember her name. I knew who she was and why I wanted to call. It was heartbreaking. There I was, staring at my phone, foolishly flicking through my list of Facebook contacts for a name I couldn’t remember and hope that doing so would help me connect a photo to a friend’s name that I somehow lost. I had a strategy…

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