The Sisterhood
There’s a long table in the Adirondacks that has held seven sisters through grief, laughter, reinvention, and late-night conversations that change everything.
This is that table — just online.
If you sat with us…
Someone would start a sentence.
Three of us would finish it.
None of us would agree on what it meant.
Someone would confidently butcher a perfectly good phrase…
and we’d all say in unison that needs to go in the book.” (The Kazlo-isms one).
Someone would already be solving the problem.
Someone else would be researching the problem.
Someone would say,
“Hold on, I read something about this…”
Someone would be making notes.
Actual notes.
Like there will be a quiz later.
We would absolutely talk over each other.
We would absolutely circle back.
We would absolutely forget what we were saying because we’re laughing so hard we’re crying and maybe even peeing a little.
Someone would insist she’s fine.
She is not fine.
Someone would get serious for a minute.
Someone would say the brave thing out loud.
Someone would change the entire direction of the night with one sentence.
And somehow —
in the chaos, the crosstalk, the half-finished metaphors and fully committed Kazlo-isms —
we would land together, home.
This is what sisterhood looks like.