-the first page of my first book. done.-

We’re sitting in our small-town coffee shop eating soup and sandwiches and talking about whatever it’s legal to talk about when the people at the next table happen to be friends from real life. (Am I right? The conversation you have in a room full of strangers is going to have a different twist from the one you have sitting two feet from people you actually know.) We’re talking (mockingly at first) about our passions. Then she asks in all seriousness, “What are your passions?”

“Well… right now there are just two. My marriage and my children. That makes me sound kind of lame, doesn’t it? But I think there will be more someday. In eight years, when my baby is out of high school, there’ll be room for something else in my life.”

“What?” she asks, expecting an honest answer.

“Eh. I don’t know, ” I shrug and try to avoid the question. Because shrugging off a question is less risky than throwing out some honest dreaming.

“You’re going to write a book, aren’t you? Are you?”

I don’t know that I really need to answer this question out loud, because we both know the answer, and anyway, it’s easier to just let her put it into words.

Shortly after this, she makes the announcement that she is going to write the forward to my first book. And, being the friend that she is, she decides to write it immediately instead of waiting for me to finish (or even start) this book. I ask her to make sure she writes something in the forward about the contents of the book – just to be sure I get it right.

Also, at some point in this conversation, I tell her that she can just call me Lulu, a request that she takes seriously, even whipping out a professional-looking black book from her purse to make a note of it.

I’m not sure why I was surprised when I woke up the next morning and found the following words on her blog:


My friend Lu-Lu is going to write a book.   She hasn’t started it yet and has no idea what it’s actually going to be about, but tonight I told her I’d write the forward.

That’s what real friends do – they support the big dreams before they actually become reality.


When in the presence of a brilliant mind, it’s normal to be overwhelmed.  It’s nearly impossible to stay calm while star-struck words of admiration trip off the tongue.  Thankfully, many of those brilliant minds belong to people with deep souls and attractive personalities.  My friend Lu-Lu is one of them. 

In our years of friendship, I have been thankful for the simple, yet bold wisdom that emits from her every action.  Never once has she wavered or hesitated in her own self-knowledge.  Instead, she gives those around her an opportunity to find themselves while in her presence.  As an introvert in a fast paced lifestyle, Lu-Lu has defined boundaries for herself that ultimately give others permission to do the same.  Rather than choosing to conform to the busyness of everyday life, Lu-Lu’s words remind us of the importance to make time for the things that actually matter, especially taking time to breathe.   

In this beautiful collection of poems, essays, and random excerpts from Lu-Lu’s life, your mind will be opened to a new form of creativity that is possible in every season of life. Not only an extraordinary wife and mother, Lu-Lu is a passionate and caring soul whose words will whisk you into a world that is not only beautiful, but completely attainable.



So this is what real friends do? Thanks for taking the first step for me, Meg. I’ve always needed someone close by to say things out loud for me; to look at my plans and make them happen. And it doesn’t look like I’ll be outgrowing that character trait anytime soon. I have a feeling I’ll be needing real friends for the rest of my life.

*for the rest of my friend’s post and more of her beautiful writing, check out meg’s blog


About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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2 Responses to -the first page of my first book. done.-

  1. mennodave says:

    All I can say is, “Wow!” She really nailed it. And it reminded me of my collection of your poems, so I had to go read “Desperation” again. As usual, I had to shed a few tears to get through it.

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  2. mplum3 says:

    Does this mean you’re going to use it? If so, I’d like to request an equally awesome code name. Perhaps GuGu?


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