tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840483361064441636.post8305889957003931590..comments2023-08-21T05:25:06.370-04:00Comments on Rosemary's Fancy: Sad ThoughtsRosemaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17699055172049185864noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840483361064441636.post-82534376427579004482012-12-04T21:33:16.424-05:002012-12-04T21:33:16.424-05:00About your writing: Maybe you will someday. I thin...About your writing: Maybe you will someday. I think you will, once we've reached that mythical stage of motherhood when things settle down. But even if you never do, it's because you made a choice to say "yes" to the life you have now with Keith and Michael. And that's worth any number of novels.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02647046851163090769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840483361064441636.post-30870269256510300252012-12-04T15:29:49.559-05:002012-12-04T15:29:49.559-05:00I know very much how you feel. In the latter half...I know very much how you feel. In the latter half of college (you remember how I was on Facebook back in those days) I didn’t exactly win friends or influence people, in fact quite the contrary. But for the most part it didn't bother me... until one of my best friends was turned against me by her then boyfriend (another close friend of mine… or so I thought) and stopped talking to me for 8 months. We finally started talking again and I cleared up the lies but by that time the damage was done. Leaving for seminary only cut me off more from everyone except a very small handful of friends. But it was when I got back that things kind of hit me all at once that these friendships that I still cherished and these people I still care for deeply were gone, and not really because of a difference in values, distance, or lack of the ability to communicate (I tried) but simply couldn’t be bothered with me anymore. And it hurts but I still pray for them as I always have, and just remember that our Lord was betrayed and abandoned by all of his dearest friends (save one) in his darkest hour.Servus Immaculataehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16768140167710622688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840483361064441636.post-57814392361692592042012-12-04T11:37:02.160-05:002012-12-04T11:37:02.160-05:00Really interesting reflection on the role of FB in...Really interesting reflection on the role of FB in artificially extending "relationships" that would long since have slowly extinguished...I find myself in that same place with a number of people.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00662784804825998751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840483361064441636.post-26371323150904814802012-12-04T09:28:23.229-05:002012-12-04T09:28:23.229-05:00One day, when Michael is able to be left to himsel...One day, when Michael is able to be left to himself for a while and you can have your hands back, you'll find that all your chores are done, the book that you're reading doesn't quite appeal to you right then to continue, and you've finished some outstanding (in both meanings of the word) knitting projects. You'll look toward your computer or a notebook and a pen, and you'll start to write again. You've had three huge life changes: you got married, had a child, and got an MFA. Everything has shifted. One day, it will shift back. I have faith in this. You are meant to be published too, Rosemary, and I will be so happy for you when you are (and jealous that it didn't yet happen to me). Nicole Bartleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08915615723522444584noreply@blogger.com