Golden Threads In The Tapestry Of Our Lives


I’ve said it often: I’m a lucky gal.

Among the many, many blessings in my life are my friends.

I once heard someone describe friends as the golden threads in the tapestry of our lives. I love that.

My pal, Ellie, and her husband Archie traveled to visit us for the weekend. We were able to get together with our sweet friend, Therese, her fabulous husband and dear Clare. All golden threads in the tapestry of my life.

Over Easter brunch, Ellie and I reminisced about how we first met.

I hope you will indulge me as I revisit that story…

Camp Beenadeewin postcard

Camp Beenadeewin postcard via Ebay.


It all started at Camp Beenadewin during the summer after my 8th-grade year.

That summer, while my sister and I were at camp in Vermont, our family moved from Connecticut to Florida. I would be starting 9th grade at a new school, in a new home, in a new city.

On the last day of camp, everyone scurried about collecting addresses so that we could stay in touch with the girls with whom we had bonded over the eight weeks time.  (Obviously, this was WAY before email was even a concept.)  I had memorized my future Florida address and passed it along to my new BFFs.

One girl, Janet, upon seeing my address, casually mentioned that she knew someone whom she thought lived in that very same city in Florida.

Janet gave me the girl’s name, although we were both quite sure I would never run across her.

What were the chances in a city with a population of over 200,000?  Janet wasn’t even sure if it was the same city.  Plus, I would be going to a tiny, all-girls, Catholic high school rather than one of the half-dozen giant, public high schools at which my odds of coming across this needle in a haystack would be slightly better.

Well, I bet you know where this story is going.  On my very first day of school, in my very first class, sitting – I am not kidding you – RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME (!!!!!!) was the girl that Janet knew.

My friend, Ellie.

We couldn’t have been more different – I was super shy, she was (and is) a fabulously fun, outgoing, life-of-the-party kind of gal. But fortunately, something clicked between us and we have been dear friends for over 40 years.

Whether it was serendipity or fate, Ellie and I will never forget Janet’s part in bringing us together.

Friends are the golden threads in the tapestry of our lives

I am so grateful for all of the loving and beautiful golden threads in my life.

Has serendipity or fate ever played a part in your friendships?

Does anyone know Janet Espinoza? I’d love to thank her.


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Happy Birthday, Clare

My site will be a bit quiet for a while as we navigate through some tough family stuff. Prayers appreciated.

Perhaps I will occasionally bring back some posts from the archives like this one, originally posted exactly one year ago today.

Bar sign

This story begins at Senior Bar.

It was just weeks before the end of our senior year in college. My roommate, Catherine, and I were enjoying an evening of celebration. Those were the days that most students had a job lined up before graduation and those of us who were accounting majors really had our pick of opportunities.

Catherine and I were excited about our new jobs in Chicago…all we needed to do was to find an apartment we could afford. We decided it would be nice to find a third person with whom to split the bills and put the word out hoping to find someone to join us.

Sometime during this particular night of dancing to Donna Summer hits and drinking our nickel beers this scene played out.

Some Random SeniorHey, you guys are looking for a roommate in Chicago, right?

Mo and Catherine: Yea

Random Senior: You should talk to Clare Wilson. She’s looking for someone to room with.

Catherine and I walk over to the other side of the bar and locate Clare.

Mo and Catherine: So Clare…any interest in getting an apartment with us in Chicago?

Clare: Sure.

Under 60 seconds.  And thus began a beautiful friendship that has lasted 35 years.

Catherine, Clare and I were all accounting majors and had suffered through some classes together but that was the extent of our interaction…until that fateful night at Senior Bar. If someone had told us that someday Clare and I would be godmothers to each other’s children I doubt we would have believed it.

I guess, once again, both serendipity AND fate played a part in this story. I am so very thankful that I was paying attention!

Happy birthday, dear friend!

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