<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Social Connection on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/social-connection/</link><description>Recent content in Social Connection on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/social-connection/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>How to Make New Friends as an Adult: What I've Learned From Watching People Try</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/how-to-make-new-friends-as-an-adult/</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/how-to-make-new-friends-as-an-adult/</guid><description>&lt;p>Joanne was sixty-three and had been retired for eight months when she came to see me. Not because she was struggling with the retirement itself. She liked it, mostly. She liked sleeping past six and not checking email. What she was struggling with, and didn&amp;rsquo;t quite know how to name, was that she didn&amp;rsquo;t have anyone to call.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>She had joined a gym. She had joined a book club. She had started attending a Lutheran church she&amp;rsquo;d always meant to try. In those eight months, she knew a lot of names. She had a lot of pleasant conversations. Once, a woman at the gym named Christine had suggested they get coffee, and they did, and it was nice, and then three weeks passed and neither of them followed up. The window opened and closed and nobody walked through it.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>