Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

If I have never dreamed, saw others dream, leaned against the wall knowing dreams are hard, always distant, like a thing for others, those they call experts, with many degrees after their names, few like mine, my dreams like yours, always distant and denied, always denied despite how many times we tried. If I have ever reached the top and instead pulled the ladder to finish the dreams alone, even if I had finished, would I have reached this high point of my life, here, now, with you, whispering, must dream, your dreams, still dream, begin dreams, then dream again, this dream within, valid, visible, mine, yours.

I spent my day with my sisters as keepers. They reminded me why dreams are rooted in us, women like me, forever defining who we are for ourselves, for we. Grateful to the many women I connected with today.