maggie and milly and molly and may 
went down to the beach(to play one day) 

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and 

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were; 

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and 

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone. 

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) 
it's always ourselves we find in the sea. 

-e.e. cummings

Sara and I first met in college about eight years ago. (Yes that makes me feel ancient.) We had mutual friends, and I knew that she got married the year I did and then was pregnant at the same time I was, but we never really spoke. She and her family lived in California for a while, and then come back to Florida, and it was then—after all that time—that our friendship finally formed. I'm convinced that was always destined to happen. We bonded immediately over grammar geekdom, creative life, and the challenges of still being people while also being mothers. She is one of those people who is even more strikingly beautiful inside than out (and that is saying a lot, no?)

Sara is one-half of the talented team at Calliope, a branding and media presence company for small businesses. She has an incredible gift with words, and has helped bring clarity to a few projects for HMP. Her keen understanding of my heart as it relates to this business and her belief in me as an artist have been humbling and enlightening.

Thank you, dear friend, for letting me see you that morning by the sea.