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The Village That Raised Me
My aunt Mary passed away on August 17 this year. She was my godmother, who I lived with on and off for the first thirty-three years of my life. She gave birth to my two cousins Eddie and Tim, and also to Erin, who is the same as sister to me. We knew she was going to pass towards the end, which didn’t make it easier but did allow us to confront the pain and anger of life’s unfairness in a present, expected way, versus the sudden stunned shock that I have seen last for months and months in friends who lose parents unexpectedly. I have been stomaching…
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Friendship Between Two Female Hearts
In my early twenties it occurred to me that friendships are an active experience. It was early summer and I’d sent an email to Katie, my closest girlfriend in college, telling her I thought it wasn’t a good idea for us to live together the following semester. I felt our lifestyles weren’t conducive to sharing an apartment. A week or so later, with courage gained from several drinks at her local bar, she called me in the middle of the night to let me know exactly how she felt. Kate was angry and hurt not only about my decision, but the wimpy way I addressed it with her from…
