When I was a kid, I wished for a best friend. The kind in books and on TV who live next door, have secret codes and practically live at one another’s homes.
Yesterday my little pal Maeve was telling me about her best friend. They’ve known one another since they were 4. They’re 10 now and go to different schools and have different interests, but Maeve and her family are always invited over on the first night of Hanukkah to light the candles. It sounded like one of those literary friendships young Candace envied so much.
Recently my best friend at work quoted Mindy Kaling in saying, “A best friend isn’t a person. A best friend is a team.” I love that. And how true, right? I do have a tendency to call everyone “my best friend” in my stories.
“My best friend from high school …”
“My best friend from college …”
“My best friend back in Seattle …”
“My New York bffls …”
I also call half a dozen girls “my college roommate.”
Why limit ourselves to one bestie, right? I need ’em all. We’re a team.
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