A word about high hair and friendship

High, holy hair.

That’s Vita, one of my dearest college friends. Though she grew up in Brooklyn and I in New Jersey, I knew we’d be lifelong friends the second we met. Over the course of our friendship, we have shared clothes, secrets, inexplicably hilarious escapades, belly laughter, heartbreak, achievement, loss and late-night meals. In addition to both watching inordinate amounts of television as children, we also share a deep, abiding love for and sense of humor about the places we call home. Oh, and high hair. We shared that too.