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Girls' Weekend


Last weekend I enjoyed our yearly Girls' Weekend at Lake Michigan. Some of these friends I made when I first moved to Lafayette 25 years ago. It always reminds me of the Girl Scout song we used to sing: "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver, and the other gold." You don't really understand those lyrics at age 10, but the older you get the more meaningful they become.


Meeting with old friends feels like a synthesis  of past, present, and future. We have time for deep understanding and sharing of each other's lives in the beautiful setting of Western Michigan (Fennville, just south of Douglas/Saugatuck).

-Anne F.


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