So I have this bud. This friend. This woman who shares my thoughts and feelings, gets the "junk" that lives inside my head. Her comments, acknowledgment of my crazy moments, concern and support of all I do mean the world to me, and beg this question:...

My friend is not well. She is 14 years old and very tired. There are times when I just don't understand how she continues to hold on, but then I catch her eyes following me across a room when her legs won't allow her to trail behind me. I see her cli...

It seems that Freddy feels left out. It all finally came out in the “my living room still smells like paint hell” open yesterday when I offhandedly oohh’d and ahhh’d over something semi-cute that Dora had done. It happens. She’s shorte...