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friendship | friendship

jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Oct.23.2009
One of my friends has a friend policy.  It states:  "Let no worlds collide." Meaning, when she has a party, if it's not for the group of her friends with whom I am connected, I'm not invited.  She doesn't want work to collide with friendship to collide with another friendship.  She doesn'...
beverley-bie-brahic's picture
Oct.20.2009
And here's another question:  is there such a thing as friendship between women and men, in the way there is friendship between women and women, and men and men?  If there is, what's it like?  (I don't mean the friendship with the colleague at work.)  Can friendship even be defined so as to allow...
amira-nagati's picture
Oct.14.2009
 She received the Autumn wind as she opened the window, like an embrace from a loving mother or a passionate lover.. The wind rushed into her still room, full of still objects, fingering her hair and engulfing all of her as if the cool air longed for her warmth, her existence.. Everything danced,...
dk-christi's picture
Oct.13.2009
1988 was a very good year.  I spent the summer anchored alone in Georgetown, Bahamas aboard Lady Ace, a 67 foot ketch rigged sailboat, surviving the hurricane season.  Every morning when Stocking Cap was not on island, I gave the weather report and international news over Channel 10 on the VHF to...
tina-b-tessina's picture
Oct.07.2009
Recently, I received the following email from an old friend.   “A topic I would like you to cover/explore is that curious phenomenon which permits otherwise independent women to be dominated...even abused...by males with whom they share some sort or relationship.  Why is it that a seemingly strong...
glenda-bixler's picture
Sep.24.2009
Why should I say goodbye? I won't; I just won't... If we have met, we will meet again, sometime, some place--even if after death... For only death has separated me from those to whom I couldn't say goodbye. My Mom quietly went in her sleep, thankfully. A boss and friend who had been my mentor died...
mylene-dressler's picture
Sep.22.2009
I have a friend--I'll call her Jennie--who was diagnosed eight months ago with breast cancer. I learned this very recently. Jennie and I are friends whose worlds overlap only along a very particular seam: we meet and see each other thanks to our dogs, who compete in canine agility. In the sport of...
molly-secours's picture
Sep.09.2009
This weekend I heard something simple and profound about being right.  And it was this: You can say things 'once' and after that it's about control and being right.    You mean if I suggest to you 147 times that you might need to seek counseling, financial advice or get a new job that I'm being...
anovelweblog's picture
Aug.31.2009
When I was little, I wanted to be a vet. I would perform surgery on my stuffed animals with mechanical pencils and make stitching noises with my mouth. I’ve always felt connected to animals, whether it was the sparrow hopping in the grass, the Golden Retriever barking at butterflies, or fuzzy...
molly-secours's picture
Aug.29.2009
After hearing the three most terrifying words imaginable, 'you have cancer' I was immobilized.  Cocking my head side ways like a cockerspaniel that's just heard a whistle, I waited for him to say it again.  He didn't. He knew the look.  The  'stepping out of the shower into outer space' look a...