I recently submitted my second book to my publisher, a compilation of stories on friendship to be released next year. After spending time collecting tales of close relationships — months in which I worked more than I socialized — I announced to my husband that I was, in fact, a Friendship Fraud. (In my mind it was capitalized, an official title.)

I’d become negligent, failing to nurture one of life’s great treasures: good friendships.

I don’t know about you, but I have a tendency to assume that my friends are out on me, that I’ve caused offense in some unknown way, that my girlfriends will be there for me when it’s easy but maybe not when it requires an effort.

Thankfully I have friends who teach me otherwise, who show me that roots grown deep don’t shrivel so easily.

Join me today at (in)courage for the rest of the story!

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