Friends – OF LONELINESS AND CHOCOCINOS

WHEN HONESTY TASTES LIKE CHOCOLATE

A couple of weeks ago I was having a margarita Monday with two of my best friends. Okay fine, it was a margarita Friday, but

I have a wonderful friend who obtains much of her identity from being needed. She cares for her mom, her two brothers and anyone within

At first the pain in my shattered ancle wasn’t close to being the worst thing about being home. I can’t do anything on one leg…I’m

As I was falling to the ground, I understood two things clearly: 1) I am an idiot. And, 2) my leg is properly broken. Saturday

My late mother was a beautiful woman. Tall and womanly, perfect mouth, sculpted nose…cheek bones up to there. Me? I look like my dad. My

We were halfway through the second jug of margaritas when my best friend said of me: she’s a complete nut job. I can’t remember why

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