In the past six months I've spent more time with a 61-year-old formerly homeless man than I have with many of my friends and family. As our friendship developed, I wondered what would happen if we approached homeless people like we do new relationships: with openness to learning about the other person.
I haven't met a woman yet without at least one "sisterhood wound" that has impacted her trust of other women. Some of us trust too easily and let the wrong women in too close and get hurt. Others have little to no trust and so let in a few to none or keep old friends around mistaking years known for intimacy and trust -- and so miss out on true sisterhood.
Growing up, I didn't really understand what it meant to take the road less traveled. I used to be so trapped in who I was that I didn't bother to look around me. But everything came to a sudden halt when my grandmother passed away. For the first time in my life, I really questioned what the purpose of everything was.