This week Creative Therapy asked what we like most about being a woman, and my resounding answer is, "My girlfriends!" No doubt about it; I'm not one of those women that says, " I really just don't like other women." In fact, I'm ashamed that any woman says that. I, on the other hand, adore other women; I love their sensitivity, their courage, their emotionality, and their style, but, most of all, I love that other women are just great company. Maybe I've just been lucky, but, since the day my parents brought Ava home from the hospital, I've had a best friend. From Laurie Herzog, in third grade, who took me to Temple on Friday nights and helped me choreograph a dance routine for the school talent show to "Hello Dolly," to Nancy Slade, in junior high school, who chased boys with me and helped me get a fake id, to Rhonda and Melanie, in high school, who got me through my parent's divorce and may have shared the dubious distinction of being the only other two girls in the world who didn't smoke pot in the 70's. The things that all my friends had in common were loyalty and strenth, kindness and creativity, a sense of responsibility and code of honor. And, best of all, a really wicked sense of humor. This is the card I made for Wednesday Stamper's Rock and Roll Challenge and MY Crazy Amigo Susan's 50th birthday. We met 15 years ago at the baseball field and discovered through hours of bleacher chat that, besides both of us being big sisters and mothers of sons, we also shared an obsessive love of interior design, gardening,and anything at all English, as well as epic romantic movies, margaritas, and the beach. She became the person I called in the middle of the night when Mr. Al had cancer. I was there when she finally made the agonizing decision to end her 26 year marriage. She rejoiced with me when my husband tested "cancer free" and I with her when she fell in love again. We've weathered our wayward teenage sons, an evil boss, hysterectomies, a dying horse, and aging parents. We've shared color schemes, secrets, and 8 hours a day together in a classroom for a whole year. Susan is one in a long line of much-loved confidants, allies, and partners in crime. I'm looking forward to many more adventures with her as we watch our body parts go south. I'll be in New York on July 1, so I won't be with her when she turns 50, but, when I return, I promise to make it up to her and all the requisite, cliched abuse that entails!
And to all of you BBFF's (best blog friends forever) who visit here, feel free to post this on your blog, as a badge of sisterhood and a token of my gratitude for your steadfast encouragement, inspiration, and humor.