Once upon a time, I got a divorce. In the aftermath, I found a wonderful single parent support group here on the World Wide Web. We were a list with many, many emails flying around daily. At our zenith, I was dealing with three hundred or more emails every day. Now, I’d run from something that busy, but they were a lifeline. One day, I’ll blog about them, but let’s move on for now.

From this group, I bonded with a wonderful group of women who have been a part of my life for sixteen years, now. Once again, I am blessed. Once again, I am the lucky one, for we have enriched each other’s lives in countless ways. The nine of us span from Texas to Canada, not counting the world travelers. Though we do not email each other daily with our ups and downs, most of us Facebook. Yet still, when one of those major life events happens, an email comes and we rally.

For me, these women define the term girlfriend, even though none of us live close enough to see each other on any sort of frequent basis. We can’t do lunch, but we can do friendship with the best of them. In our time together, our children have grown up and begun having children of their own. We’ve seen each other through more life events than I can name in a blog post, but most of those experiences aren’t mine to share.

I tried to write a book about us, but I couldn’t do us justice. We’re better in the real world than as fiction, anyway. So, to Deb, Sandra, Forsyth, Dena, Sandy, Nan, Rachel, and Colleen, I raise my coffee cup and wish us another sixteen years, ladies. You know how much I love you.