Amy Writes

***Addendum/Disclaimer/Clarification*** I am told this could be interpreted as me saying I don't have any friends. Not at all what I was saying!! God has blessed me with many wonderful, wonderful friends. I have friends who I know would do anything for me, and friends I can talk to on the phone for a really long time every night, and friends I can talk to every six months and still consider among my closest allies. I LOVE my friends. This post was just an observation that I seem to operate best with each of those friends, one at a time . On the rare occasions that I get to go out for a girls' night - the "girls" are not a given, whereas if I had a Group, one wouldn't have to ask with whom I spent the girls' night. It would be obvious: I was with my Group. I managed to learn a few things in middle school. For instance, I learned that adults liked me more than kids did. I learned that girls could be really, truly mean, but that I still really, really wanted to b...

My first piano student walked through my door a few minutes late and plopped down on the bench. As usual, I was buzzing around her, collecting my necessities for my four hour stint at the piano. Chair, water, pencil, gum. I collapsed into my chair with my customary "How was your week?" and when I shifted my eyes from her notebook to her face, I noticed something was off. "Oh, you're sick?" I said compassionately, noticing red-rimmed eyes and pink cheeks. A quiet shake of the head. Gulp. "Sad?" (please don't be sad...please don't be sad.) My suggestion was enough to turn on the faucet. Tears overflowed as my precious little 5th grader spilled the events of her day - how, on the playground at her little Christian school, one of her "friends" started spreading rumors and calling her a liar, and how all of the rest of the girls in her class ganged up on her and started telling her they hated her, and how she was made fun of for getting 10...