Friends

I half-finished a purse. Mostly we talked, and ate, and drank, and pet the cat, while the wonderful smell of Jake’s Polish soul food cooking in the kitchen drove us to further distraction.

A cold Sunday afternoon with friends. We caught some serious air on the jumps, Jack. We sledded until dark, and then fifty percent of our family fell asleep in the car on the way home.

A cold Sunday afternoon with friends. We caught some serious air on the jumps, Jack. We sledded until dark, and then fifty percent of our family fell asleep in the car on the way home.

I want to need to remember: :: a pod of dolphins hunting for their breakfast in the waters across the cove :: the smell of laundry that has dried in the salty bay air :: laughing and carrying on with old friends over wine and clams casino :: a funky haircut that heralds a new season in my life :: rounded triangles of moonlight reflected off the backs of thousands...

Funniest conversation overheard: Abbie: “Wow, you can see the whole world from up here!” Jocelyn: “Can you see Italy???”

It was one of those parties where you talk to yourself in the bathroom mirror: you talk about how much fun you’re having and then you look yourself in the eye and say that maybe you should slow down on the wine. You speak French much of the night, and are complemented on your accent by your expat hosts. You catch your husband’s eye from across the table and with...

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