Burritos & pebbles: some thoughts on friendship.

It was our usual burrito date night: we’ve been having them for years. Emma has been one of my best friends since she moved to Belfast for university and since then, we’ve shared many Mexican meals together. Ours is a holy appointment: burritos with the freshest of fresh cilantro, each bend of the wrapping somehow mirroring our disarming, our unveiling, our layers falling away to reveal our true selves. These friendships are rare, and something to hold onto.

It was as I sat across from Emma one night last year that I realised…

Read the rest of my piece for Tapestry Magazine here

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