I Flew In to Help My Best Friend Before Labor—But What She Told Me When I Arrived Made Me Turn Around and Go Straight Home
At 35, I learned the hardest lesson of friendship in a kitchen, staring at a printed list of chores. For years, I’d been the reliable one, always showing up. My best friend Claire and I had been inseparable since university—through marriages, babies, heartbreaks, and distance. I flew across the Atlantic countless times, stood by…
