Friendships that survive

Friendships that survive

A month ago, nine of us got together for a languid, late afternoon catch up. These people that I saw on that Saturday, in the confines of a comfortable coffee shop, these people are what I call the cozy breath of home. Friendships that mean more than just people catching up.

I’d known them for 23 years. For many of us, that’s a lifetime. Continue reading “Friendships that survive”