Nuñez says that just like with a breakup between partners, this isn't the time to 'ghost' your friend or block them.

And no breakup-even a nonromantic one-is easy. Some of these will be explored in my upcoming book, which she is helping me edit.If you've decided the friendship isn't worth the emotional labor, it may be time to end the friendship. As I explained what was happening in my life at that time, I also learned anew about myself, and K’s observations on my work opened new avenues of reflection and understanding. “Tell me the stories behind the pieces you wrote about living in Greenwich Village,” she asked. Although she’s young enough to be my daughter, she said it really spoke to her. Katelyn liked and accepted the piece I submitted to TELEPHONE and started reading some of my work. And speaking of thread we loved talking about Emily sitting in her bedroom stitching together her early books by hand. We shared a love for Emily Dickinson’s high spirit that wrote itself into her poetry and delighted that Emily was also known to compose her work at night, a tiny thread that attached the three of us. It was a time when the word “no” was a challenge and I refused to rule out the possibility that one could “swing on a star and carry moonbeams home in a jar.” I looked forward to her 3 a.m.-ish emails.Īlthough she’s far more multi-talented than I am, in many ways, she reminds me of the best parts of my younger self. We just kept writing to each other as we discovered how much we had in common, and, I began calling her my friend in the night.

But she was only a two-hour time zone away in Texas, and, like me, was seduced by the serenity of working at night. “Do you live in England?” I asked thinking the time difference would make it mid-morning for her. Her reply was so warm and interesting that it prompted a reply from me. Middle-of-the-night communiques are not unusual for me, but getting a response about 15 minutes later was a surprise. when I emailed a writing submission to TELEPHONE, an international arts project. My friend in the night, Katelyn Watkins, and I met two years ago at about 2:30 a.m.

The friend by nunez