The Past. Wow.

[bluebellrock]

I'm tired. I just wrote a really long email to a foundation that works with the children of drug-addicted parents who are either in active addiction or, more commonly, dead. I wrote to offer my services as a volunteer, but my own email has overwhelmed me and I haven't sent it yet. It's brought up the past and I've already gone there too often in

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[rosesbruises]

[ it is always so weird when you talk about anne, because i feel like i knew her, yet i didn't really know her very well at all. what i know is coupled with all the stories and tales you've told me, which always make me wish i had known her better, but i was very shy, i still am, and i think she was quite shy at work, too, and i always felt like i was annoying her or something. (entirely not her fault, but the fault of my own non-existent self-confidence). your talk of journalism being such a sexist man's club ... so true. or true in my experience, anyhow. the GCB was *so* that way. the way the guys would all sit around, droning on with their sexist rubbish, and the way they'd be so condescending to female journos and cadets.

sometimes anne would come and sit beside me, when i was dying of boredom while manning the police radio, and tell me little bits of her experiences at UQ, and it always made me wish, all the more, that i'd had the guts to blow the bond scholarship off and go there, as i'd always wanted to do. i guess that i did, eventually, and i think her tales maybe played some part in that. and now, all these years later, you're one of my most cherished friends. strange the way paths cross, the ways things end up so entwined. ]

xo.