Tonight I have an event with some high school friends at a local bistro not far from where most of us grew up.  We’ll revisit our collective  histories, and after we have parsed out every bit of triviality there are always those precious moments where we really relate as only long-time friends can. That shared history with these women of my youth may be the most important element – years of accepting, supporting, showing honor, and always being there. My spirit is always deepened, and even the silence between us is comfortable.