Tag archives: friends
When I was a child, my dad occasionally had the opportunity
to bid for a better job (he worked for the railroad) that would require relocating
to a new city. As a shy kid, nothing is more terrifying—except maybe doing a
demonstration speech in a required public speaking course— than having to make
So I did what I had to do. I screamed and cried and pleaded:
“please don’t make me leave my friends.” We never moved. Not sure how much of that
was my fault.
When my husband has periodically broached the subject of
I love my girlfriends. Despite being a shy child and having only a few friends at a time, somehow as an adult I have surrounded myself with strong, smart, funny, confident, amazing and sometimes wildly inappropriate women. I got lucky, really lucky. So did my daughter.
This group of 10 friends began with a few coworkers who formed a book club and then allowed a few outsiders to infiltrate. Nearly 10 years later we no longer discuss books, but we still call ourselves "Book Club" because we can't come up with anything better. Despite our lack of creativity in ...
My life right now is blurry—not unlike
today’s blizzard-like conditions. Sometimes, though, you have to push through the
storm even when the snow is blinding.
Two nights ago I had dinner with a dear
friend who reminded me of a drive we took through the mountains two Januarys
ago. We were headed for a girlfriends’ weekend during which 10 of us would
celebrate a friend’s 40th birthday. She was the first to head into this unchartered
As my friend and I headed through a
giant “bowl” in the mountains, we suddenly found ourselves in a swirling ...
Early in my friendship with my only
friend from the South, she said to me, “You are the friend I touch the least.
You visible cringe when you see me coming.” It was an alarming statement—not
because she said it, but because it was true.
Affection makes me nervous. When my own
brothers hugged me the day of my college graduation, I felt awkward. When I visited
my parents and they embraced me at the airport, I always held back. It felt odd
to feel so uncomfortable, but I chalked it up to being Midwestern and coming
from a ...
The day I
received a beautiful card in the mail from one of my dearest friends asking me
to be in her wedding, I cried. She told me how much our nine-year friendship
has meant to her and how much she wanted me to be by her side as she married
the man she loved. To be her matron of honor is an honor that I have only begun
to appreciate in recent years as I’ve learned the importance of strong
friendships and happy marriages.
My friend and I
both relocated to Colorado from the Midwest in our 20s ...