My favorite cousin has been visiting me and just took off, which leaves me melancholy. She’s an amazing woman: she’s a skilled trekker and wilderness guide, she’s a feminist who started two small women’s presses. The second, Aunt Lute Books, survives to this day. She ran the oldest women’s bookstore in America, Amazon Books, (no connection to the behemoth, which it predates by more than two decades) for twenty-two years. And now she’s on her way to Ukraine with the Peace Corps.
My cousin Barb is a warm and loving woman, a bright presence in the lives of the people who know her. She’s also a risk-taker: she kayaks around Alaska, making camp wherever she sees a flat bit of rocky shore. But I’m especially in awe of her right now for jumping off the high board and starting something totally new in her life. She and I are the same age, 61, but here I stay in Chicago doing the same routine over and over.
I’m curious to know what risks you may have taken in your own lives, what new directions or challenges. Let me know.