“Have you seen Julie?” Matt asked me. “She’s pregnant and she’s sitting back there.”
Julie is a casual friend who got married last year. I don’t know her that well and I rarely see her. I had just walked into a restaurant for dinner Friday evening and an employee told me the news.
My first reaction was to express happiness for Julie and her husband, but I suddenly realized I felt something unexpected. My inner emotional mask slipped slightly and I felt … what was this?
Envy.
Instead of pure happiness for Julie — who will be a great mother, by the way — I felt something ugly in my gut. My heart felt cold and hard. There was a powerful hint of anger — self-directed? — and then I realized it was hard to put labels on the things I was feeling.

Briefly: Sufjan Stevens album always evokes old feelings about my mother
Check out my Tuesday interview on Steve Gelder’s political radio show
I’m all broken up about ‘draconian’ cuts hitting the federal government
Trust and spontaneous order don’t require heavy hand of the state
Unexpected phone call can turn world from happy to miserable
New information demands that I change some of what I think I am
Opinions without fact or reason leave us believing in nonsense
Until I can have the family I need, I’ll spend my Thanksgiving alone