I wonder about that voice. Who will speak for me? Who will tell stories of me? How they will describe the woman who aches for adventure, freedom, a world of possibility? Who finds herself so conventional, so stereotypical, so unfortunately bland.
I am reading these stories of remarkable women. Of women who weave intent, passion, destiny into their lives. Of women who leave a legacy, often unwillingly and unknowingly, and who have their stories theeaded into the fabric of the future. The quilts that get passed, both genetically and nurtured, into families, friends, colleagues and acquaintances.
I wonder who will sit by the fire and remember my stories.
