Netflix’s newly-released Firefly Lane is a chick-flick even the men will love.


By SARA VANDEN BERGE


Being snowed in feels a lot like being quarantined.


And what The Husband and I mastered during those long weeks of stay-at-home orders was how to binge-watch Netflix.


And that’s coming in pretty handy right now as this humongo-arctic-Texas-sized-massive-snowstorm-for-the-third-time-this-year thingy forces us to stay indoors to keep from losing a limb to frostbite.

So bundled up in my warmest Christmas pjs (don’t judge me) and hot buttered rum (with a million calories) in my cold hands, we settled in on separate couches Sunday and binge-watched Firefly Lane, Netflix’s newly-released drama.


I’ll admit that I wasn’t overly excited about taking on a chick-flick with The Husband, but halfway into episode one, we were hooked.


Firefly Lane is fantastic.

The story is based on a book by the same name written by Kristin Hannah and stars Katherine Heigl (as Tully) and Sarah Chalke (as Kate) and follows their decades-long friendship from childhood angst to adult struggles and everything in between.


The story especially resonates for those like me who have enjoyed one of those lifelong friendships (my friend Brandy).


Firefly Lane will have you laughing one minute and crying the next, and when the end of the final episode arrives, you will be wishing for more.


It really is that good and I’m crossing my fingers for a second season.