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Hi.

When I became a mom, I searched for a blog that resonated with every part of me: the nerdy kid, the ansty teenage feminist, the wayward 20-something, the ambitious career woman, the writer, the traveler, the wife, and yes, the mother. I couldn’t find that blog, so I wrote it. Welcome.

Old friends

Old friends

I’m not great at keeping in touch. I never was, even before social media, but now I so often fall into the trap of thinking I know what’s going on with someone because they show up in my feeds on a regular basis.

Despite my lackluster, irregular outreach, I have a handful of old friends who pop back into my life once in a blue moon. Whether it’s a random text message exchange or a few stolen hours when our paths miraculously cross, these interactions always leave me uplifted. Each time I marvel at the fact that even way back when, I managed to choose such strong, inspiring women as my friends.

Sometimes there is nothing like old friends. We’re talking OLD old. The ones who are woven into the fabric of your childhood, whom you can’t imagine having survived adolescence without, and whose kids now play with yours while you sit off to the side drinking tea and catching up.

They may not have been there for every twist and turn that led you to where you are today. But no matter what you say to them--marriage, divorce, illness, addiction, infertility--they’ll nod along saying some version of “Yes, me too, I’m so sorry, I love you”. And you will feel seen. You will feel known. Then maybe you’ll run out of things to say, but you’ll sit in comfortable silence with your old friend, knowing it could be months or even years before you see them again. 

They’ll still be there, though, and so will you.

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