text:  Back then, maybe they'd provide moral support when we had to eat all the vegetables on our plates, including that weird white broccoli thing. I guess I mean cauliflower. Now, well, we'd probably need them to appear every time we look at Twitter. I once had an imaginary friend. She was a grown woman who was apparently the cousin of our family dachshund, Max. And her name was Amber. It was spelled like the word Amber, which I'd only seen in print but had never heard pronounced.