I graduated high school in 1997. In the years since I’ve lost touch with so many people I swore would be in my life forever. And I have those high school classmates who are Facebook friends or friends I see at weddings. I’ll see a lot of them this summer at our 21st-year reunion. (We’re not the most conventional of classes.)
But one person I do keep in touch with is my English and creative writing teacher. I know that sounds unusual, but Kathy Jacobs and I have kept in touch through letters at first and then emails and now we text, a lot. We share book recommendations and stories of my kids. We share discussions about the world at large and delicious meals when we are in the same town. Kathy was at my wedding. She buys Girl Scout cookies from my daughter. I help her with design questions and projects. We share a love for two cities named Charleston and beautiful blank books. And one time we spent an amazing 24 hours in New York City shopping and at the theater then eating room service sandwiches in the middle of the night. It’s an amazing friendship.
So the other day I was cleaning out my desk drawer and I found an assignment that I think I did in Kathy’s class 21 years ago. I texted her, and she asked me to write a blog about it. Because of course she did. The post is all about Henry David Thoreau and high school and life lessons and simplicity and love. There’s lots of love in there too.
I’m sharing it with you now.