My mom is happiest each Thursday afternoon right after she’s gotten off her weekly Zoom call with a group of her oldest friends. I mean oldest in both ways—these women are in their late 70s and 80s, and oldest in the sense that they’ve been friends forever. This group once called themselves a journaling group but, decades in, shed the journals. Now it is part group therapy, part political discussion, part tech troubleshooting (my mom just taught the whole group how to get on the social ...
