writer, former funny gal, current political junkie //@juliaksherman
The other day, I was discussing my friendship with Nora with a new friend of mine — someone who had never met Nora but who had heard plenty of stories and seen plenty of pictures, both before and after Nora had died. She called our…
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My best friend is dying.
When I say “best friend,” it never feels like the right word to describe my relationship with Nora. In so many ways, we were extensions of each other. Born on different…
