Recently, I have been served a few helpings of humble pie. It has a bittersweet taste, a painful swallow, but a lasting fullness.
I am learning friendships aren’t always a picnic.
No, I haven’t been at the center of confrontations, and I’ve never even burned any bridges. But I have, in fact, been feeling a sense of inexperience within some of my closest friendships.
In 2015, a “friend” is something you request; “checking in with someone” is geotagged, and what should...