What matters most is how you respond to your heartbreaks and your disappointments and your fears. What matters most is who you become in response to them.
There is no question that the objects that surround us impact our experience of the world.
We are at our finest when we take care of each other.
Maybe the past is supposed to fade-and that's actually a kindness of human memory.
Our lives disappear, even as we live them.
The best things about womanhood might possibly even be the conversations. The chatting. The gabbing. The whispering. The hands-on-hips eye-rolling. The yukking-it up.