Jamaica interrupted the frenzy of the work day with a text inviting me to come over.
I came over a little after one and she fed me a life-altering blackberry cobbler.
I felt so loved.
Her children made me miss mine.
I didn't want to leave.
At almost goodbye she patted my butt.
And I liked it.
I'm determined to figure out a way to con her into doing it again.
I make an inventory of my female friends. Admirable women. It makes me feel like, finally, I have arrived.
And I'm so happy.