A little piece of my heart left for Tennessee. As I write, my friend is driving to her new home ten hours and three states away.
I’ve never been one to speak of “best” friends, nor ever once to sport a broken-heart, BFF necklace.
Instead I’ve long praised “different friends for different reasons” and “changing friends in different seasons.” I don’t think I’m changing my tune.
But that doesn’t mean certain friends don’t rise to the top.
This post is for people pleasers, for us who hate to say no. Enter Ollie the dog and a truth we need. Hey Ab. Would you possibly be willing to Ollie next weekend? We’re going out of town and he had such fun with you last time. It was true. Their black Lab was happy…
“Do we need a private space?” I asked. Ginnie nodded discreetly as we ducked into the empty room across the hall. Whatever she needed to tell me, it clearly was not easy breezy. “Abigail,” Ginnie whispered, her eyes darting from my hair to the spray bottle peeking from her handbag, “I hope it’s okay if…
My mom gives the best advice. It’s timeless, as true today as it was when she gave it to the introspective, insecure 10 year old at the new school. “To have a friend, be a friend” is first. Then these two…