“You need a theme for your blog,” Karen advised me over our annual birthday brunch. We have been friends since eighth grade, when I was...

“There’s an ambulance at Vickie’s house,” my husband said. We frowned at each other. Vickie and her family had been our friends for...

I used to dread Valentine’s Day, the holiday of the loved and desired. My friend Hannah would dress confidently in her fuzzy red sweater,...