gal pals (hill)

my gal pals … what can i say? being with them is like being home in sweatpants, lying on the rug in front of the fireplace listening to jazz. oh yeah, maybe because we do that! but you know … total comfort and warmth with nostalgia and dreams mixed together in sweet thick living room air.

laura was my freshman roommate in college. we landed in a dreaded “quad” of four, but we loved it. she and i have remained fast friends since then, for 30 years now. she was super smart — didn’t have to study much — and beautiful, and she was willing to sing into her hairbrush with me.

meg was in a double upstairs from us … can’t even remember how we actually met (though i imagine she remembers). she was sexy and sophisticated — still is — and an amazing poet like her mother.

meg stayed at my house and watched my brood for me while i was away last week. laura lives in portland still, but her parents are here in norcal so she comes to visit often. together the three of us reminisce, eat, offer insight, drink, laugh … i wish we all lived in the same neighborhood!


About hillarah

my dad gave me my first camera in high school, a sturdy black minolta. i found my gift, my voice, my way to be with the world. after journalism school, i swashbuckled as a photojournalist for over a decade. moved home to norcal to be near family and started a boutique stock photography agency, see jane run. life had other plans. my camera lived mostly in the closet for nine years. last summer working on a film in france and spain, my camera became my friend again. and now, it's like rekindling a long-lost love. now with more wisdom, more freedom. pure joy.
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