Looking Out My Back Door: Starting over just one more time

“I need a wife,” Ellie wrote. I grinned. I don’t know how many times over the years I’ve been a single Mom and then later on, simply single, that I said those same words. We women keep an ongoing conversation, email obliterating the separation of miles, borders and even an ocean.

It means a lot to us that we know one another’s hard times, strengths and weaknesses, joys and sorrows. Sometimes a person simply likes for another to acknowledge that they see you. They know what you’re going through. It’s almost as good as a person holding your hand.

I’ve been reading a compilation of oral history o...