by Sherard Harrington
Within the course of this week, a friend had a baby, another had a medical emergency (I’m not doubling up here—these were two separate people), another produced a Masters thesis, another deflected an argument with a man prone to domestic violence, and another kissed me on my doorstep in the snow.
This probably just means I have too many friends, right?
Genevieve Tyrrell, author extraordinaire, shot me a message and asked me to say a prayer. For all of my amigos, I’m lighting a candle. May you make it through this week with the grace and tenacity innate in you—that kernel of awesomeness that first attracted me to you. You are wonderful, and you never hear that enough.
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