She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs thrown over hers in companionship. She pined for the girliness of it all, the unplanned, improvisational laziness. She wanted to soak the words “time management” out of her lexicon. She wanted to hand over, to yield, to let herself float down into the uncharted beautiful fertile musky swamp of life, where creativity and eroticism and deep intelligence dwell.
I’m off to Colorado today with Anna for my annual girls’ trip. I can hardly stand waiting another few hours to see my friends. Have a wonderful weekend. Check back later for a guest post from my dear Sacramento friend, Tammy!