Is “frousins” a thing? It should be.
On a recent trip to New York, my hometown, I bookended a day by having breakfast with one cousin and drinks with another. But these are more than cousins. To me, they are “frousins” – cousins who’ve become dear friends. I had breakfast with Felicia, who’s a cousin from my father’s side of the family. Hi, Felicia! Felicia, who very patiently allows me to call … Continue reading Is “frousins” a thing? It should be.
