For My Friend Sam, On His Birthday

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.—Virginia Woolf

I'm fortunate and glad our places in the fellowship have intersected, Sam. Rarely does stumbling coincidence provide such a lasting gift.

Happy Birthday (from Virginia and me).

[And I still, still have no idea how old Sam actually is.]

Shakesville is run as a safe space. First-time commenters: Please read Shakesville's Commenting Policy and Feminism 101 Section before commenting. We also do lots of in-thread moderation, so we ask that everyone read the entirety of any thread before commenting, to ensure compliance with any in-thread moderation. Thank you.

blog comments powered by Disqus