One year ago today my friend, Laurie Foley, died.

She and I were in touch daily, often many times a day, and the void is enormous. I long to call and find out her take on what’s happening in the world, and ask her advice. I long to hear her say, “Let’s talk about that,” when I raise a question. What a superb friend. Never judgmental, never shocked, at anything I told her. For someone in the public eye, that is rare. All too often, people peel away when writers reveal their full humanity. Nev...