Does Any One Remember Me?

(E-mail sent to Peter Rashkin from Barbara Sayble)

xxxxJuly heat keeping me inside...Kids on their own... Love your writing, loved all you said... Are others writing? Does anyone remember me, fat glasses big mouthed passionate angry no style no self? But at the core I am still that emerging teen and all the places and things you mention are mine to remember and light fires under my heart.

xxxxHere in Minnesota, surrounded by a very different life, I read all your messages and wonder - are these the people who might really know me?

xxxxHusbands move out of one's life and move on, children grow and connect only from the moment of their birth...Did you really have

an existence before us, Mom, tell us the fairytales and the adventures that can't possibly be true? Not you, Mom...

xxxxI am an adolescent therapist. Have I left those lonely places in the corner of hallways of JB where I was such an outsider? I've left but the sharp light of that life lets me help those in pain today. I guess it was worth it.

xxxxThings don't change Peter, institutions have their "necessary" forms their "necessary Mr. Hunts" but we have moments with each other and even with the Mr. Hunts. In my work and with my own young children (10 & 16) we have moments of such clarity such beauty such joy we build the strength to face all the pains.

xxxxI am overjoyed at this JB reunion, though my own fears (and committments kept me anyway) I am thrilled at this connection and hope these threads fly everywhere.

xxxxI remember you all. I love you all. I forgive you all - for all my awkwardness was not your doing.

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