My Girlfriendships welcomes new co host- relationship expert Liz Pryor, to our newly formatted podcast Friendship Fizz with Loopie and Liz In our first episode of the season  Liz introduces take-down letter’s.  Our very own Loopie received a letter from a friend, citing all the things the friend does not like about her- We read it on air and Liz dissects.  If you have a letter, a comment,  a story, a question or idea for an episode topic please send it Liz’s way.  Go to, https://www.lizpryor.com/contact/ or email lizpryor12@gmail.com. Listen here to episode 1 Take Down Letters. https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/friendship-takedown-letters/id1552819955?i=1000534906459

My Girlfriendships- welcomes Liz Pryor to co-host podcast “Friendship Fizz with Loopie and Liz” First episode dropping 9/10 then every Friday through December My Girlfriendships podcast Friendship Fizz with Loopie and Liz – is a  show that offers candid straight-talk on female friendship from the inside out.  Putting the truth, the struggle, the pain, and the gain of female friendship on the table for all to hear and learn.  Popping the cap on subjects left off the societal radar: listener letters, stories, and personal experience push the content and invite us to work through  friendship terrain with practical usable take away both laywoman and expert. From how women end friendship and the emotional aftermath it leaves, to the seemingly harmless friend who always shows up late. The stuff we keep buried, we unearth on this show, and look for ways through it.  The conversations here blend plain, old-fashioned, good sense, and humor with an…

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