So there we were.
Four women in our early 30s brunching in the January sunlight at a popular vegetarian restaurant in east Vancouver, where we’d all lived for the last decade or so.
Two of us (not me) were pregnant with their first babies and all of us had long-term partners. One of us was even married.
It was as if, we noted with some surprise, we’d somehow become actual adults in the 10 years ...
