Recently I drove over to a friend's house to drop off my daughter for a sleepover. When I arrived at the door, my friend took one look at me and invited me in for a drink. Apparently it was written all over my face that I had one foot over the ledge. Before I knew it, she had taken in both my daughters, fed my family, and listened without judgement as I spilled a couple of weeks of stress into her lap. It was cathartic and the next day, I was not only grateful that I have a friend like that, but …
