Chapin

I met Chapin in eighth grade.

She became my maid of honor, and through the years she has been there for some of the happiest and hardest moments of my life.

She was there through the deaths of my brothers and parents.

She read Walnut Street before it was published and encouraged me throughout the writing of it.

All these years later she is still here.

Some friendships don’t just last–they become part of your story.