My Essay on Bookish

“Among the facts that people are surprised to discover about me is this gem: I’ve had the same best friend since nursery school. Aside from a few sketchy memories of cardboard automobiles and pretend fueling stations, Warren is the only thing I remember about preschool. When my mother came each day to collect me, she found me playing with the same blond, curly-haired boy. She couldn’t have guessed that that boy would later counsel me through high school, then college; escort me to countless dances, weddings and parties; usher me across the United States to Seattle and, at 40, that he would still be my best friend.”

Read the rest of the essay here.


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