Twenty-Three Years and Thirteen Days

  In terms of female friendships, I have sixty-eleventeen inspirations but only three true Women of My Life. One of these three I met in 1985, in a dorm lounge, where she was being way too cute and cynical and cutting for her own good. Intimidated, I decided I didn’t like her. She kept being… Continue reading Twenty-Three Years and Thirteen Days

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