The women in Mike’s family – his mother Barbara and his sister Michele – are strong women with their own minds and opinions. They are not to be trifled with. I must say, I feel like I belong in this family.
There is no pussyfooting around, no tongues held, and no sidestepping – Barbara and Michele are direct, matter-of-fact, and secure in their view of the world. It came to me today that they are the female versions of Mike (or conversely, Mike is a male version of them). Sitting and talking with Barbara and Michele is a special treat for me. I truly enjoy chat sessions with kindred spirits. It is liberating to be amongst women who clearly are from your own tribe.
Michele, Barbara, and me
We are not here for long and it may be awhile before we get back this way again, but for now I am taking it all in – all the opportunities to share dialogues with these two fabulous women. The kids may be here for the beaches and boardwalk – I can understand that. But me, I am here for the camaraderie and an infusion of Jersey fierce.
Day one thousand four hundred and eighty of the new forty – obla di obla da