Clarissa's Blog

“My daughter is 32 and she’s my best friend!” the Uber driver told me.

“Uh-oh,” I thought. “A tale of dysfunction extraordinaire is forthcoming.”

It turned out that the daughter can’t hold down a job or a boyfriend, lives with the mother, and the retired mother has to go out to work Uber to support them both. Of course, there are also two sons with jobs, families and normal lives. They were fortunate enough to remain sons and not be turned into “friends.”