male friendship
Late one autumn afternoon, in 1983, I drove my tired 1968 Rambler Rogue across the Connecticut River, as I did nearly every day.
July is a hard month for me. Twelve months ago, my friend Pat took his life by jumping off the George Washington Bridge. I never imagined that something like that could happen.
WHAT'S HAPPENING
WHAT'S HAPPENING
There is no doubt that female friendships hold hefty value in my life, but friendships with women exhaust me in a way that male friendships never have. They simply offer different things.
When I was a boy, my heroes were the strong, silent types portrayed in the movies. It took me a while to figure out what acting like a man really means.
The long held theory goes that women, in general, make better, and have more, friends. But I am sensing movement. But I am sensing movement.