Growing up, we view our friends' parents as extensions of the setting—like the living room couch or the garage fridge. They exist to facilitate our plans or prevent them. But as you get into your late twenties and early thirties, you realize they were just as lost, brave, and uncertain as you are now.
If you’re reading this and your best friend’s mom is still around, text her. Ask her about Oregon. friends mom
I spent last Saturday afternoon at my friend Mark’s parents’ house. Mark was running late (classic Mark), so I sat on the back porch with his mom, Diane. Fifteen years ago, I would have been awkwardly scrolling through my phone. This time, we talked. Growing up, we view our friends' parents as