Stefan Tomic/E+/Getty ImagesWhen I think about my mom in the ‘90s, one of the things I remember most is how many friends she had and how much time she spent with them. Not in a she-was-always-ignoring-me way, but in a fond and, honestly, jealous way. My mom was often on the phone with friends in the evening as she cooked dinner. On Saturdays, she’d ask me if I wanted to go with her to her best friend’s house, and they’d play Scrabble and drink coffee and talk on the back porch for hours. We would meet up with friends at the local sports bar for wings and karaoke, she’d go after work to grab dr...
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