Ask the staff: ever since I moved into menopause I can cry over anything. It’s the hormones. So reading the messages these young women have sent have been tough. They are sweet and sentimental. They are touching and sometimes tragic. They are amazing. So I’ve shed some tears here in New Orleans.
This morning a woman about my age came to our exhibit and filled out one of the postcards, answering the question “how do you relationships with other women bless your life?” As she handed me her completed post card, she said “here I am, tearing up just writing my answer.”
Welcome sista’. I understand.