Once a month, I am struck with how much I’ve come to love book club. Tonight we got together for tasty margaritas, tastier veggie enchiladas, and great company. We talked about the book and life and just about everything in-between. There’s something quite special about this group of woman that span several different decades. And even when we just meet once a month, we’re falling into wonderful and comfortable patterns. When is a book club not quite a book club? When it’s something much more than that.
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