HIS MORNING, I DRANK MY tea from a ceramic mug with painted images of birds sitting on a wire. The cup used to be my mom’s. Now,
Thursday, May 2
MY FRIEND LESLIE HAS ALWAYS been able to make me laugh. We spent ninety minutes on the phone yesterday, sharing the ins and outs of our lives, talking about our families, and rehashing who liked whom decades ago. In the real world, she is a high-powe