I forgot how much I love Kris Radish. The "shelter-in-place/lockdown/quarantine/all-hell-has-broken-loose" left me in a spot where I just couldn't snuggle up with a book, and I am an avid reader. During a conversation with one of my dear EDL (you have to read the book to understand) girlfriends, I remembered a book I have had forever I hadn't read yet. I went on a hunt and found it. This book was published in 2010, so woo hoo for being a book hoarder. It was everything I needed. I love this book so much I sent the last paragraphs of the Prologue to friends, daughter, granddaughter, and some women I don't even know. I am thankful for estrogen and the sweet string that connects all women.