September 22, 2013
Over glasses of wine, we
sat on a wide front porch, visited with animated and introspective women from
the neighborhood after dark. Lots of laughs, neighbor secrets and stories of
our children, ACT scores and being good examples as mothers. We nearly solved the
world’s problems, or at least the issues within spitting distance from the stoop.
I so enjoy getting to know
the people on the West Side. It is stimulating
and just plain fun to be around new friends. Struck by women’s stories of what
is important for them to share of themselves, I find myself feeling open and
willing to bear my experiences.
One Hmong woman, escaping
the regime in Laos as a very
young girl, with her sister, brother, parents and grandmother, admitted
recalling the sights from the San Francisco
bridge to Minnesota
snow. Surprise birthday party tales to memories of our children’s antics were
divided amongst our group in a matter of a few hours. I gain so much from each
woman, their tragedies of the loss of a mother to one daughter who saw her dead
grandpa pass through the doorway during breakfast. We parted, connected, with
the promise to be together again very soon.
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