Rachel Reeves was my first best friend, in that she was the first person, chronologically, whom I ever called my best friend, but also in that she was, in the social taxonomy of girlhood, primary: the best friend that came before the second and third best friends, before the church best friends, before the school best friends; not a cousin or a neighbor or a playmate, but a soul at the center of the complex, interlocking, concentric rings of childhood intimacy and belonging.
I didn't know what this essay was about until I read it this morning, the day after learning of a death in our food community, after noodling on my own anxious attachment to a friend who has disappeared from my life, after swirling in uncertainty about my business. Thank you for your words and experience. They light my path when it's hard for me to see. xx
Old Friends....yes, sometimes we choose our family. It might just be a bit better that way, yes?
I didn't know what this essay was about until I read it this morning, the day after learning of a death in our food community, after noodling on my own anxious attachment to a friend who has disappeared from my life, after swirling in uncertainty about my business. Thank you for your words and experience. They light my path when it's hard for me to see. xx
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥