In the fall of 2021, I ran into my ex-best friend at Trader Joe’s. I was surprised to see her; I had moved back to Los Angeles and she still lived on the East Coast. We’d met as undergrads at Spelman College and, while I was in graduate school, I’d lived briefly with her and her husband, but we hadn’t spoken for more than a year.
I was pushing my cart through the dairy section, searching for vanilla yogurt, and then there she was. We stared at each other, then, at the . . .
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Tbis content is restricted to paid subscribers with digital access only.
Non-subscribers may purchase a PDF of this article by clicking the "Purchase PDF" button, above.
Current subscribers with digital access: Login here to access content.
Institutional users, find out how your institution or organization can sign up for access to LIBER's content.
Not a subscriber? Subscribe now to instantly unlock all of LIBER's online content and downloadable PDFs!
