The Company of Women
Okay… Fair disclosure? I have what many women take for granted—some do not want it nor do they seek out; others pretend they don't have it or need it. But what any girl raised by wolves craves, at least on some level, and maybe, probably and tragically will never have is … the company of women. Sisterhood. Now, as much as we try to paint it with a rosy brush, it's not all love and light, even with the communities strung together by letters (oh and shared um... discriminations...). It doesn't seem like it should be a miracle, but then it also doesn't seem like anyone should have to worry where they go potty either ... ah, reality—good old slap your forehead in disbelief, you gotta be kidding me, somebody please wake me up, reality. But yes, it's true. So, that's why having sisterhood is such a rare and precious thing. It's not a given, it's not a done deal. Not even a slam dunk. It's ... a miracle. Yes. it is a miracle, this sisterhood thingy.