Yesterday our neighbor came to our door, knocked and asked if she could pop her popcorn in our microwave for movie night with her boys. Her microwave was broken, and she said her thought was, “Well, let me go up the block and ask my friends.” She came in, sat on the couch and chatted with me while my husband popped her three bags of microwave popcorn. She talked about the challenges of mothering adolescents, trying to teach them things and being questioned, and the dangers of VR games that 🪡