An Irish hello means showing up after a long absence without mentioning where you’ve been or why you’ve been gone. Excuses are boring anyway.
We’re accustomed to thinking of nightmares as dreams that allow us to feel emotions we wall off in our waking hours, the surfacing of subconscious fears to the conscious mind. But we don’t have a corresponding word for dreams that bring joy.
So get over yourselves. We women have stories to tell.
Thank goodness for poet Lawrence Raab. In “My Life Before I Knew It” he says everything I wanted to tell my kids about heading off regret and seeing grace at work in your life.