I don’t quite know what male-bonding looks like, but sister love can go something like this:
A true girlfriend will tell you when something’s amiss that is not showing up in the mirror.
A true girlfriend gives you her last Shout wipe when you spill grape juice on the front of your blouse.
A true girlfriend doesn’t mind (too much) that you snore at the lady’s weekend retreat.
And so it goes…
I like finding true comradeship in the most unlikely places—it’s actually something easily taken for granted. True friends don’t grow on trees; they grow in compost, in the refuse and throw-away parts of our lives. When it all hits the fan, true friends are at their best.
Here are a few of my favorite examples: Continue reading “A friend indeed”
