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Back in the halcyon days of late February, when I still had high hopes for 2020, I made the decision to spend more time with my female friends. We were going to meet each week to play Scrabble, drink wine, eat charcuterie, and cultivate the kind of female friendships that seem absurdly idealistic, a.k.a., Steel Magnolias.

The four of us — me, Kristine, Shari, and Babs — managed to get together three times in 2020…