by Susan Schnur

Friendship Like Teabags in a Single Pot

I.B. Singer, in some book of his, says, unforgettably, “No one gets through life unscathed,” and as we get older, the truth of this sentiment becomes more and more excruciatingly immediate. One of us has been diagnosed with a chronic illness, another’s teenage son is in a terrible car accident, a third deals with a parent’s deepening depression. At the Lilith office, four of us—Susan, Leslie, Naomi and I are all around the same age; Sarah, younger, fits right in. Most of us have been in each other’s lives for ten years or more, and there’s a collective sense that, in some fashion, we are but one big, pulsing organism. One of us publishes a book and it feels like all of us have; another of us, in middle age, gets the courage to sing in an off-Broadway cabaret, and we all, vicariously, sing in that cabaret, riveted by our astonishing courage; another spends 15 years shlepping towards a doctorate, and we all groan as we trudge to the doctoral salt mines; one of us wins an award and we rejoice collectively.

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Friendships Without Borders

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