You know it’s
funny how I have so many friends that are writers – I seem to collect them like
the books they write. I’m not full of
stories like these folks are but every once in a while I get inspired. I watched “The Red Tent” last night and that
is a powerful story. I laughed and cried
and felt for Dena. I read the book once
long ago and it still sits on my bookshelf because it was a book that I wanted
to read again… I’ve just not gotten to it… I probably will now.
I miss
having a group of women friends that share like they did in that red tent. I have belonged to groups like this in the
past but for one reason or another they have all broken apart and gone separate
ways. Maybe it was the blood bond that
kept those women together in the red tent or maybe it was the shared
circumstance, the only safe place they had.
Whatever the reason we need more red tents.