No regrets
Last night, I got together with four girlfriends with whom I haven’t spent time in that particular assemblage since Informer topped the charts and the OJ Simpson trial preempted all the important fictional drama (like the first, the classic, the ONLY TRUE Beverly Hills, 90210) that we also wanted to see. For those of you keeping track at home, that would have been sometime in the mid 1990s.
Back then, the idea that we’d all have big careers and little children–two of the group had three kids!–would have been filed away in the “someday” area of our imaginations, along with all the other vaguely fantastical concepts, like having a husband or owning a home, the complexity of which no one ever really understands until they’re living them. (more…)
