“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.

NYC cop’s profanity-laden threats secretly caught on videotape
It’s hard to nurture what’s alive when you water dead flowers
Financially struggling woman jailed over unpaid fine for junky yard
Identity politics is the cancer behind Elizabeth Warren’s lie about ancestry
All sides rushing to assign blame in theater shootings only leads to error
FRIDAY FUNNIES
We’re all prisoners of a culture which demands that we conform
We repeat what we fail to repair, so I keep re-learning old lessons