Friends – OF LONELINESS AND CHOCOCINOS

INDEPENDENCE…MEH…

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

Between 20 and 25 December each year, I turn into a 6 year-old girl. But a happy 6 year-old girl, not the one I used

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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