It is nothing short of miraculous that our fair, strong soldier in the ‘Stan is fighting every day for Uncle Sam and blogs more often than That Little Red-Headed Girl. Would it help my case if I told you I’ve been sick with a plague-like virus and spending each spare moment watching a 12-part BBC…

The eloquent, hilarious words that follow are those of my dear friend who I have been so fortunate to have remained close to all of these years since our collegiate days of greasy pizza and one too many bad boys. I often think she’s my better self: fitter, more reasoned, far braver but with the…