What is a friend?

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Nov 6 · 11 min read
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It was a cold winter that year. I remember playing under our ugly yellow-brown Formica kitchen table. My great-grandmother, whom I called Nanny, was drinking instant black coffee at seven in the evening with her friend, Miss Ethel. Miss Ethel was grieving; her husband had died that summer. A heart attack, I think; I was too young to remember such things accurately. But these women spent that winter drinking coffee, dying Miss Ethel’s greying hair a…

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Tara is a #homemaker, #environmentalist, and #truthseeker. She writes about writing, her experiences as self-dx autistic, and saving our planet.

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