When We Were Nineteen, My Best Friend And I Promised That If We Were Both Single At Sixty, We Would Find Each Other. I Turned Sixty Last Tuesday.
Then, after forty-one years, I heard a voice say my name. “Ruthie.” And suddenly, every year between us disappeared. I was standing outside a hospital room with one hand resting …
When We Were Nineteen, My Best Friend And I Promised That If We Were Both Single At Sixty, We Would Find Each Other. I Turned Sixty Last Tuesday. Read More