Guest blogger, Paul Jhung, shares the last group she belongs to that feeds her body, brain and soul–and provides time for herself, something her mother had.
The third group is “The Women Who Dine,” a collection of what were twelve strangers brought together a decade ago by a mutual friend who found a way to stay social while tackling the rigors of grad school. She organized us into months, so once a year each of us has the duty to find a restaurant, book it, and email the invitation.
Maybe it was the initial freedom of anonymity or maybe it was the perfect balance of extrovert to introvert, but we clicked from the beginning, feeling as easy with each other as old friends. In time, we evolved into an intimate support system that has seen each other through profound life changes, including marriage and divorce, birth and death, devastating diagnosis and miraculous recoveries.
Through it all, I’ve learned first-hand that friends can be the balm for sorrow, the champagne for joy, and as comic strip creator Brian Crane sees it, “Friends are the chocolate chips in the cookie of life.”
I just wish Mom had known that.