I’ve written a lot about learning or remembering to accept unconditional love, ahem, unconditionally. (Here are a few stories from dailyhap: Smelly Travel Can Open Up a Heart, How I Got Back to Being Me Through Friendship, and A Cab to the Airport) But this past weekend and week was a welcome reminder of just…
10 years. Today, ten years have passed since my best friend was killed, an event that quite obviously changed my life. I’ve written about it plenty here. Today doesn’t hurt like other anniversaries have, but you never stop wondering what might have been. As time passes and the closeness of many of my foundational mixed-gender…