(HuffingtonPost) - My friends and I have what we call wine emergencies. Anytime someone is feeling overwhelmed by raising children, a husband who doesn't always quite "get it," a bad day at work or all of the above, we can call a wine emergency. As in calling our circle of friends and saying "Hey, I need a wine emergency. My house, tonight at six." We all show up with leftovers, cheese and crackers, whatever else we can find in the fridge and of course a bottle of wine. We offer each other advice and comfort. We laugh and yes, as our husbands describe it, we complain. When one of the husbands first saw something I wrote about a fictitious wine emergency, in The Reverse Commute, he said "It's wine? I knew you drank wine but I always thought it was a whine emergency."