I've never believed in the concept of a single best friend. Hearing "She's my best friend" always made me wonder how other friends would feel if they knew they were runners-up in the good friends contest. No, I never believed in "best" when it comes to friends, just "different." And I'm lucky . . .
Joyful: check Happy: check Fun-loving: check Enthusiastic: check Open-hearted: check Loving: check Cute: check Snuggly: for sure check I'm good. You? . . .
Friendships should come easily, you'd think, wouldn't you? Or maybe you wouldn't. Maybe you've had friends who've disappeared or who have left your life for one reason or another. I know I have. When this happens, the first thing I do is run through a how-to-be-a-good-friend mental checklist. Have . . .
I know lots of women. Women who have been with me through thick and thin. Women who give more than they take from me and women who take more than they give me. Women I met casually and later became one of my nearest and dearest. Women at a distance to whom I feel close. Women I don't see a lot . . .
It's not always about you. In fact, when conversation with friends is involved, it rarely is. Enough About Me, my recent post on the epidemic if self-centered behavior really struck a chord with readers. It turns out that I'm not alone in noticing that so many have lost their ability to look . . .
These days, I find myself increasing critical of those with whom I spend my time. Critical, not in the fault-finding sense, but in the "assessment" sense. I'm not sure what stars are misaligned at present, but I've been seeing a lot of unpleasant behavior among some of the people in my sphere. My . . .
Some of us get a little squirrelly when a friend's long-term marriage ends. It's called "gray divorce" and if ever our friend needed our support, it's during this time, when their entire world changes drastically. But are we really there for them? Maybe we don't know what to do or say, so we do . . .
It's out! I mean the anthology, Dumped: Women Unfriending Women, edited by Nina Gaby. And yes, I have an essay in it. But that's the minor news. The major news is that the book contains so much heart and soul that my own heart wants to burst. I read the entire collection in one sitting and was . . .
A match is a match. It could be a lover or it could be a friend, but when someone "gets" you? It's priceless. Those moments when no explanation is needed? When an exchange of a glance or a roll of the eye says everything? They're irresistible. Just ask Pooh and Piglet. They've got a deep . . .
This is how I choose my friends. I don't like normal people. "Normal" people. Whatever that means. I like people who are beat or two off. Sometimes more, even. Are you a friend of mine? Do you think you're "normal?" You're probably not. If you and I spend any time together, if we are . . .