My daughter, Casey, is winding down the last few, lazy days of summer with her best friend Aliy. I can tell they’re really close because I’ve only heard from Casey when she decides to call me, which has happened just one time; all of the other times, I have called her. Yes, I fear I am becoming THAT mother.
Watching Casey and Aliy and their relationship reminds me of one I shared with my best friend, Marjorie Crouch, though she was a Crisp when I met her. We shared a lot, she and I, going from elementary to middle and part of high school together. That was in the 70’s, practically the dark ages, according to my kids. Here are three things I learned I could always count on my bestie for.. then and now.