Like many San Franciscans, my husband and I are transplants to the city by the bay. Since many of our close friends are in the same boat, we have become each other's families.
When I was pregnant and laid up with a gnarly cold, friends left baskets of food and flowers on my doorstep. When motherhood arrived, they brought homemade dinners to our house. And when hubby and I needed to escape to LA for a Foo Fighters concert, they babysat overnight. As far as I'm concerned, that deserves a ticket to sainthood. To see why I feel so lucky, read more