[image error]If you walked into a room and discovered that _________ had saved you a seat, who would you be most delighted to see?

Lizzo?

Liz Gilbert?

Andrew Smoking-Hot Scott?

Janell and I were on the back porch of our host’s house, scribbling big questions onto small cards with each guests’s name. She had flown in from Denver just for this dinner, just for me. Our mission? To make eighteen women who were childless by choice, chance, or calling feel seen.

It worked. And it worked on me, too. It felt like a second wedding whereby a bunch of bad-ass adu...