Maggie Sonnek
I knew I was officially a mom-dater when, sitting on the couch after the kids were asleep, I squealed after hearing the ding on my cell phone, alerting me that my new — dare I say friend? — had texted me back. We had met earlier that day at my daughter’s softball practice. She was the coach and, I was sure, the one who could be my new mom friend. I just had to get her number. I stayed after practice, helping her clean up orange cones and plastic bases and, with hopeful anticipation,... more