friendship Category

When Your Head Has Been Completely Shaved…

A woman’s guide to coping with temporary baldness (dedicated with love to my friend J, who has complained less about her brain surgery than I did the last time my IUD was changed out)

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Jellyfishing

“Hey, you want to see some jellyfish?” It is like offering to point out to us a bad tattoo or a twelve-story condominium, such was the proliferation of jellyfish at Orange Beach on this particular day. “We’re good, buddy,” we say. “You sure? We got a bunch,” he says. He is the color of a […]

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Needy

Mrs. George is dressed in a tomato-red track suit, hospital-issued non-skid socks, and a pair of black leather clogs. She stands in her front yard between a large leaf-filled trashcan and a stool she has fashioned from an inverted five-gallon bucket. As she leans over to pick up a stick, one gnarled hand gripping the […]

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The Two Luchadores

My husband and I both received a luchador bottle opener as a gift this year. We’ve no affinity for wrestling, little interest in Mexican pop culture, yet somehow, two different friends (unbeknownst to one another) chose for us the exact same present. Stranger still is the fact that these two friends, at one time, were […]

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Why She is Still Single

There is a lull, a social interlude, in which one finds herself around this time of life. Around the time she is 38. Most of my friends are married. Most have a kid or two. We, as a group, are more or less done with weddings. (With first weddings, anyway.) Imagine my surprise, then, to […]

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Back-to-School Blues

It didn’t hit me yesterday. We packed lunches, we put books into backpacks, and while I knew intellectually that it was the first day of school and that classes had resumed, it didn’t really sink in. My focus, yesterday, was on getting through my own work day. Today, though; today has been different. Today is […]

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Share a Coke with a Neurotic

We have a small refrigerator in our garage which contains drinks exclusively. The fridge in our kitchen is a different story, and I’d be embarrassed at what you’d find inside of it. A jar of something clear and yellow that I’d have to sniff to identify. Chicken broth, probably, or maybe pineapple juice. Four different […]

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Home Security Systems and the Fight-or-Flight Response

You know how you alert the authorities whenever you hear that the alarm system for a nearby car or home has gone off? Yeah, me neither. I abhor alarm systems of all kinds. I had the misfortune of going to college during the car alarm’s heyday. Living, as I did, in dormitories and apartment buildings, […]

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15 Years Into Marriage, the Romantic Gestures I Most Appreciate from my Husband

Filling the tank of my car without bragging on himself (or even telling me that he has done so). Eating everything I cook, then thanking me for the meal. Fixing (and/or writing a check to fix) all the crazy problems that crop up in our century-old home without ever picking on me or accusing me […]

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A Best Friend is a Home

A best friend is a home. Your home. A best friend is a display case for your wit, a bookshelf for your most exciting stories. She is also a junk drawer and an attic where the broken and outdated objects of your past, the things you need to clear out, to sort through (but somehow […]

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