Over the years I’ve heard women say that they would rather keep company with men than women. They don’t trust other women. I’ve often wondered why. Most of my loved ones are females: mother, mother-in-law, sisters, nieces, grand nieces, book club ladies, RWA chapter mates, other authors, various long and short term friends … the list goes on and on. This past week, I was doing heavy promotion for the recent release of a book and the support and friendship shown to me was mind boggling. Thank you each and everyone. *smooches*
Recently, a friend said she’d like to put together a list of ladies who would like to do lunch. I thought what a marvelous idea. I’m not a hugely social person. I’m not inclined toward going out in the evening. Too many nutsy drivers, and I hate the crowds, and the prices. Also, by the end of the day I’m often too tired to clean up and change clothes and go out. Writers! We live in pj’s, yoga pants, and sweats. : )
It was wonderful. We sat out on a patio overlooking a lake with the beautiful desert sun warming our shoulders, and enough of a breeze to keep things pleasant. We talked and laughed and ate salmon, quinoa, and salad. I especially loved the radishes. The hostess introduced us to two ladies we hadn’t met before, but seriously, the way we all hit it off you’d think we’d known each other for years.
That night I was almost asleep when it popped into my head that I hadn’t eaten a radish in a lot of years. Why not? I used to love them when I was kid. So the moral to this story is, get out there, accept invitations, enjoy the company of your sisters, and become reacquainted with the radish.