
She's The Ann To My Lucy
My best friend is from Mars, and I am from Venus. We compliment each other really well, but I have also threatened to take us to marital counseling. I am the jazz hands to her practicality. I am the feeler; she is the rational thinker. Rebecca is a doer and always knows how to fix everything. That is, until my mom died. She could not fix me by organizing meal deliveries or covering my classes. She could not draft an email or orchestrate a plan to put my broken pieces back to