Meredith was my sister’s best friend in elementary school. I remember her as a laughing, lively red-headed seven-year-old who came to our house for sleepovers. I remember thinking that she was a good friend, that my sister was lucky in her friendship. The last time I saw her was at my sister’s wedding, which she…

Libby, I feel compelled to say that I’ve really admired your writing in recent months. Your voice has been equal to the challenge of these dismal times, and I’m grateful for it. Thank you for being so ferociously sane.