Joy Forehand Peaches. I met Joy through her friends Sylvia and Sherry. I seem to remember at the time there being this overabundance of men around us all the time…men for days….raining men….and finally I started having girl friends around. Joy and I became close – maybe not right away (she told me later that I was a little too alpha haha…I was – I’m so sorry!), but over about a year she was part of my pack. It’s strange really, to think back when we were college friends, because we spent so much time enjoying drinks and trips and dancing happy hours, but the reason Joy is one of the most important people in all of the revelry is that she was always incredibly honest and real with me. She was the only friend of mine (outside of my Heather, Monica, Lisa circle) from all those years that called me after my rape. It sounds like DUH of course she did, but I mean…everyone was afraid to talk to me, and there was Joy – doing what she has always done…cutting the bullshit and just calling me to let me know she was there. She did that when Holt and I ended our relationship, when everyone was isolating and weird – she took me out for martinis in fact, to that bar in old town Albuquerque with the tree growing through the middle of it and said HERE IS THE DEAL….NO ONE GETS TO CUT YOU OUT OF US. Us meaning our group…the group that I still call friends – most very dear friends, and very much so because of Joy. (she’s like a mob boss that one… )
When I flew to Boston with Jim and saw my very last bits of New Mexico, it was Joy’s house with the Forehands that I stayed, she was one of my very last hugs goodbye. I wouldn’t have that any other way.
She doesn’t let anything get in the way of what she wants…she is very pointed, very sure, she has five year plans, she has expectations, and she gets shit done. I was raised by a very strong mother, and I think that is why I surround myself with very strong women, and Joy has always been that for and to me. She was the first of all our friends to have a baby – and still made sure that we all saw her, saw Jeff and the kids, she incorporated us in as family as much as anyone could. She taught me a great deal about how to deal with the difficult change from being an independent and focused modern woman, to being a modern mom. When I was pregnant, and everyone sent me wonderful gifts for Finn, she sent me special lotion for me, and nail polish Juliet picked out – it was something so incredibly important in a world of teddy bears and “it’s a boy” gear, that I had this little gift just for me – a reminder that I was important to her. She is a woman warrior spirit.
She is a dancer. She is beautiful. She is a politician. She is a master. She is a perfectionist. She is a carver of paths. Very few people have been so understanding of me in such an understated way.

❤ Thank you for being my friend. #TheFacebookProject
With all this girl power I’ll post a pic I took of you and the girls when I stayed with you for the 4th of July one year. I cannot wait to help them check into their dorms at Harvard. 😉 Love you!!!