Well, perhaps he's not my best friend, but I don't think he hates me anymore.

When I was in high school in St. Louis my best friend was Marsha Mason. Marsha was a year ahead of me.

My best friend is my husband.

My body's my best friend.

Popular culture has made it okay to yell "I want a man!" from the rooftops, so why are we still embarrassed to say, "I want a best friend"?

Cigarettes and coffee: an alcoholic's best friend!