I was 8 years old the first time I made the walk from the bus stop to my house in tears because my “best friend” and the crew that picked her side in our latest argument were making fun of me. It was less than 2 weeks later when it was my turn to be on the “winning side” as she made the same walk of shame.
I was 15 when my high school friend returned from studying abroad for the summer and didn’t call me as soon as she was unpacked. She didn’t call for over a week, as a matter of fact.
I was 20 when a college friend hooked up with a guy I met earlier in the night and then proceeded to tell me she did it knowing I’d forgive her because that’s just the kind of person I was…
Several weeks ago I was approached by Stephanie over at The HerStories Project and asked to contribute an essay to her site. Stephanie and Jessica created The HerStories Project to help women find support, reclaim a sense of self and reinvent themselves during the transitional period of new motherhood. What has transpired is a beautiful collection of the insightful, honest, hilarious and emotional stories of friendship between women and mothers. I’m honored to have been asked to be a part of this important project and I hope you each take a moment to see all they have accomplished at The HerStories Project.