I want to write with the same charm, candidness and brevity that manages on a regular basis. (To use a word I learned today) I feel that my thoughts come out like some shrill, hebephrenic harpy. Reading her two most recent entries left me thrilled that I'd had the opportunity to read them.

My friendship with her while I was in Dallas left me frustrated and terrified at times. Frustrated because I could see shades of the fascinating and complex person within but I didn't know how to reach it. This is despite her openness and being one of the most honest and forthcoming people I've known. Terrified because I've found myself coming up short when the opportunity was there.