When a Friendship Ends But the Love Survives
With the help of all of my friends—my best one included—I’ve gotten better at being my whole self.
This is , a column by Destiny O. Birdsong on her experiences as a Black woman surviving healthcare, homemaking, and relationships.
But that’s not what I said
Destiny O. Birdsong is a Louisiana-born poet, fiction writer, and essayist whose work has either appeared or is forthcoming in The Paris Review, Boston Review, Catapult, African American Review, and elsewhere. Her debut poetry collection, Negotiations, was published by Tin House Books in October 2020, and was longlisted for the 2021 PEN/Voelcker Award for Poetry Collection, and her debut novel is forthcoming from Grand Central in February 2022. She earned both her MFA and PhD from Vanderbilt University.
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