intimate female friendships
and yet, as i prepared to leave for the conference, i knew that something was missing. later in the conversation, i asked her if she was planning to go to another well-known event for writers later that year. i confided that i’d grown up in a middle-class family of doctors and social workers, in a house without books where the television was almost always on. she describes it as the feeling that “you are me, i am you, it is …