New York girlfriends

If life is a series of tests, Mandy Keeling just hit the mother lode.
Ordinarily, I'm a fan of pink—lovely color, does smashing things for the complexion. But not when it's the bright, glaring stripe staring back at me on the pregnancy test. Then, pink is the color of major oops, of morning sickness, of boyfriends who seemed decent but now are part of some Jerk Witness Protection Program.
Still, I've got a few things going for...