The Surprising Joy of Cultivating Female Friendships in Middle Age
We don’t judge. We have no agenda. We’ve experienced enough to know how fragile this is.

On Wednesday night, we agree to meet at my house for a game of Scrabble. I set out a snack spread — gluten-free crackers, cotton candy grapes, raw veggies and dip, and an assortment of cheese. Two unopened…