We call it margarita therapy. A circle of friends meeting every Friday for happy hour at the Mexican restaurant. Originally we were a group of teachers from a local elementary school. But now. We’ve retired, or transferred schools, or never taught. We are aging boomers sharing a journey. Deaths, divorces, births, aging parents, adult children. Life. Did we know it would be like this? Did we know how important we would be to each other?
This week Deborrah presented each of us with chow chow she canned from the green tomatoes Grace brought several weeks ago.
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” C.S. Lewis