<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Since You Asked on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/since-you-asked/</link><description>Recent content in Since You Asked on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/since-you-asked/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Since You Asked: How to Make Friends as an Adult</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/letters/since-you-asked-how-to-make-friends-as-an-adult/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/letters/since-you-asked-how-to-make-friends-as-an-adult/</guid><description>&lt;p>&lt;strong>Dear Lorraine,&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I moved to Charlotte, North Carolina eighteen months ago to be near my daughter and her family after I retired from thirty-one years of teaching art in a middle school in Ohio. I knew starting over would take adjusting. What I didn&amp;rsquo;t expect was how completely lost I would feel about something as basic as making friends.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Back in Ohio, I had the same close friends for twenty years. I met them through the school where we taught, or through our kids&amp;rsquo; activities, or they lived down the block and we ended up in each other&amp;rsquo;s driveways enough times that something just took root. I never thought much about how those friendships happened. They just did.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>