Where We Still Belong
There is a familiarity that doesn’t disappear.
A Charleston weekend and the quiet power of enduring community
We hadn’t seen each other in 25 years.
And yet—there we were.
Six of us, in Charleston, for a girls’ weekend. Women I had known at different depths, in a different season of life. Some closely. Some more peripherally. All of us connected by a shared past that had gone quiet for decades.
They all…
