May 6, 2020
2 min read
So Much to Mourn
More than thirty years ago, I met a woman who was to become my best friend. We worked in similar administrative jobs, and over the years we shared the experience of new marriages, dawning consciousness of women’s struggles in society, and learning about our own power in the world. We grew into ourselves while leaning on each other.
Over the years, we left that employer, but our friendship endured. When I had a serious illness, she…
