I am so grateful for the women in my life. On Facebook last week, I saw this post: “There is no better friend than a sister. And there is no better sister than you. Happy Sister’s Day.” I reposted, and since I don’t have biological sisters, I dedicated it to my “soul” sisters. At that point I was thinking of my closest friends, the women I consider to be the sisters I never had. Since that moment, I have given it much more thought—and I realize that I have more than a family of sisters. I have an army of sisters—a sisterhood.
Throughout my life, I’ve had strong female role models. Both my grandmothers were intelligent, hard workers. My mother was a bookkeeper, working to support her family and then herself until she was eighty. During my education and training to become a psychologist, my professors, mentors, and supporters were mostly female. And the same has been true in my relatively new career as a writer.