When one of my closest friends got a job right after graduation, you could say I was a bit down. Our moms met when they were each pregnant with their respective child (seriously!), so to not have that familiarity and that presence in my life was horrifying. No longer would she be able to come over … Continue reading you & your friends will survive long-distance friendships just fine
In case you missed my sappy Facebook post (truly, I'd like to believe that the viewership of this website extends because the confines of Orange County) my youngest sister, Rosemary, turned seventeen yesterday. Though I have two "younger" sisters, I was only old enough to remember Rosemary being born. It's startling to think that I've been … Continue reading being a teenager
If I go on a wine tour I'm basically an expert.
When I was in middle school, my three best friends and I decided that we couldn’t truly be best friends unless we told each other everything—no inhibitions, no sugarcoating of “the truth.” We called the session “Heart-to-Heart in the Dark”, because, as you may have guessed, we sat in the dark (often in one of … Continue reading is honesty the best policy?
It's 11:55 p.m. on a Tuesday night, and I just got back from an evening with my friends. We painted our nails, ate some chocolate, and watched last night's episode of The Bachelorette, so that people who hadn't seen could catch up, and those that had, could reaffirm who they thought was going to take the … Continue reading your friends are growing with you
I lose close friends every year. They haven't disappeared from this earth. They've just sort of disappeared from my earth. Due to distance, and the fact that people change (an upsetting but natural occurrence), I've lost track of many people since high school. Heck, I've lost track of people since college, and I've only been … Continue reading the types of friends you lose (but haven’t lost for good)
Kate’s middle name is Loretta, but I did not know that until we had been friends for about three years. Even at a young age, I admired all the syllables that were contained within her name—it wasn’t curt and could not be muttered under one’s breath quickly like I believed mine could be. Almost intentionally, … Continue reading potpourri (or: we labeled our plastic bags po-per-e)