Her Name is Judy...

I met Judy when I was just a little girl. Probably right around the time I started kindergarten. I didn’t know much about her then, I just knew that I thought she was nice and I knew that her daughter Amy was pretty cool too.

As the years went by, my friendship with Amy turned into one of those that becomes a lifetime bond. One of those friendships that feels more like a sister than just a friend. Amy and I had our own language and a way of knowing what each other was thinking without saying a word. To this day I can make a certain facial expression, no words necessary, and Amy and I will bust into laughter. Read more...