She sat between the two younger women, crowned with a head full of white curls, the glory of her ninety years radiating from the stage. I sat at a distance, unable to see much but the head of poet Luci Shaw from my seat in the auditorium. I focused instead on her words as a river of memories born out of her friendship with Madeleine L’Engle flooded the room…
To read the rest of the story about Luci and Madeleine’s friendship, join me at Ruminate. I had the pleasure of hearing Luci speak this spring at the Festival of Faith and Writing, and this essay on friendship is born from that experience. Thanks, as always, for reading.
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