Author Rachel Bertsche has set a lofty goal for herself: go on 52 friend dates, one per week, for a year in hopes of finding her new BFF.
Back in school, she was intelligent and talkative. She was the only child of a single mother and never knew her father, other than that he had a violent past.
But, strangely enough, I haven’t yet admitted this to any of my mommy friends. Why? Have I done something wrong? Should I feel ashamed?