In the Company of Women
Friendships between women, as any woman will tell you, are built of a thousand small kindnesses… swapped back and forth and over again. ~ Michele Obama
I am profoundly grateful for my female friends. They are what draw me to where I want to live, and they sustain me in my daily life.
It was not always so. As a young adult, I know I felt a sense of competition with women, from the boardroom to the bedroom. I never felt I could trust women. I thought men made better friends.
I guess the shift began sometime in my late 40s. That was when I met my dearest friend, Rebecca. Her friendship fills up my soul and leaves me with such a smile on my face.
We walked a Florida beach near our homes this morning, as we do each week when I am in Florida. In two days I will fly to my other home in France. Our eyes watered as we embraced with a hug that will have to last for several months.
My beloved friend doesn’t know that I didn’t appreciate her when we first met back in 2005. (Well, she will when she reads this, but I know that her kind heart will just chuckle to learn this story.) We were both hired at the same university, but office space was limited. As she arrived first, she received the space that I coveted, and…
