Christie Tate opens her new memoir, “B.F.F.,” at a memorial service.
She’s delivering her first eulogy. It’s for Meredith, the first friend with whom she enjoyed a steady, decade-long relationship, and the first friend she lost to death.
“It was with Meredith’s help that I’d learned how to be a friend,” Christie Tate writes. “To tolerate the vagaries of friendship, address the pain of competition with and envy of other women, and confront the lie of my own unworthiness. Without the work I’d done with Meredith, I would have looked out into the audience and seen threats, competition and frenemies.”
