it's all about me · remembering / musing

Lunching with the sisterhood.

Being fifty-something, I’m more grateful than ever for my sisters. I recall many years ago I was trying to convince a teary friend that she’d feel better if she talked through her troubles with someone. “It’s all right for you,” she sobbed defensively. “You’ve got all those sisters.” It dawned on me that I had… Continue reading Lunching with the sisterhood.