“Who is that boy?” “What is your name?” These were common questions I heard each time I took my son to the park when he was little. Whenever we arrived to play, Tim would pull out his Batman lunchbox, find a private space behind a bush or park bench, and
I’m grateful for my sisters. · Who else would I send pics of gummy bears to? · Who else would see how I’m holding up when my daughter moves 1,400 miles away? · Who else would tolerate my complete disregard for commas? Isn’t having a sister fantabulous?! Except for when it isn’t. There’s
There I sat, smiling ear to ear, laughing at the conversation, enjoying the moment, with not a care in the world. All the while, unbeknownst to me, my teeth were littered with little black seeds from my everything bagel. Where was a sister when you needed her? That sister who
It takes only a moment to remember the sadness, overwhelm, and fatigue that encapsulated my life almost two decades ago. I was in a dark place, alone and struggling. I don’t remember why it happened or even how I got to that place, but I found myself sinking into a
Have you ever had one of those days when your insecurities took over? On this particular day, I didn’t set out to be down on myself, but I was triggered by a simple question asked among my sisterhood group—“Do you feel safe sharing here with us?” Although I felt safe
I used to be bad at the friendship thing. You know, gathering together and sharing your deepest thoughts. The thought of gathering in a group would stir up my stomach, much like riding a roller coaster. Oh, the ups and downs of drama and gossip would fill my mind instead
I hang out with weirdos for a living. That statement makes me laugh out loud, but it’s also kind of true. As a designer, I’m surrounded by creative people on a daily basis. It’s a joy for me to watch us come together and create something out of nothing, order
Dunk. Slurp. Chew. Savor and repeat. Because coffee and biscotti are always better together. I couldn’t believe I’d never had Nonni’s Biscotti before. If the year were 1999 and I was prepping for apocalyptic computer shutdown, my Y2K supplies would definitely include Nonni’s. A month ago, a “sister” sent me
What is sisterhood? It’s not a club or sorority, but a special kind of soul connection—I can call you sister because you call Him Father.