Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Will You Still Need Me Will You Still Feed Me When I'm Sixty-Four?

As single and childless women, we all laughed nervously over pizza and wondered who would take care of us when we could no longer storm out of the house and into our lives on our own steam. Then we stared at this picture hoping that even if we shrank to too-short-for-the-bank-teller's-window, we'd be strong enough to rise as high as she did.