March 28, 2009
Katie, Seattle, WA
Just this afternoon I sent my last copy of Sisters Singing to an old childhood friend in California who will have her 69th birthday on April 10th. As she is suffering from Huntington's disease, she may not be able hold the book, but her family members will read to her. Old friendships, like old trees, are held by invisible deep sister- roots.
I've sent Sisters Singing traveling — 1) to an editor of an independent women’s press in Wyoming, a courageous advocate for earth and women, and a fine, bold poet and bush pilot, 2) to my wonderful Greek fisherwoman/designer-hairstylist friend who just cut and fluffed my hair, 3) to a bright, warm-hearted Iowa farmer friend of my husband. She insisted I go on a combine ride with her, weekend before last when we visited. My “thank you” to her for the ride through the rows of corn was Sisters Singing.
Thank you all for offering a safe house to old friends and new ones too.
