More Than Words
Recently I received one of the nicest compliments about my writing when one of my oldest friends said “...Keep writing Manth, it keeps me sane.” I was touched by the fact that she eagerly awaits my next blog and even goes as far as “googling” the poetry site I belong to just to read my poetry. There is so much more to what my friend said then even she realises. She is not a sentimental person, nor does she throw compliments about like loose change. She is what I lovingly refer to as my “hard arse” friend. She is the friend I call on when I am drowning in self pity and in need of a “pick me up.” There is nothing better to drag me out of my “pity party” then her complete lack of sympathy and comments like “get over yourself.” One of my favourite stories to tell that demonstrates her complete lack of sympathy is this: During one of our many discussions about falling pregnant we moved on to the subject of infertility and the cures or rather alternative options available. I mentioned someth