I moved to California to be near my children and grandchildren. The right choice.
Carrie and I decided to spend July 4th together. She came to Alameda. We passed on the parade. We passed on going out to eat. We stayed home.
We prepared lunch together and watched a video on UTube made years ago by a woman I knew In Michigan. We were active in NARAL and MARAL for years together. It was informative and touching to recall our involvement. Carrie participated in most of my feminist activities and moved on to do so herself in a multitude of ways.
We talked… about things that are important to each of us. Intimacy has always come easily for us. We cry, we laugh, we nod. We understand. We empathize.
Precious.