I’m going out of town this weekend to the Kickapoo Creek Wine feast downstate with some of my sis.ters. Were would I be without them…
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don’t do what they’re supposed to do.
Colleagues forget favors.
Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how
many miles are between you.
A girl friend is never farther away
than needing her can reach.