We are sisters, writers, fortune finders.
Joy is the older and shorter sister. She's a new mom trying to figure out how to work full-time, be a good (enough) mother, and somehow find time to write.
Grace is the funnier sister and a poet at her core. She's a 20-something just out of grad school, living in Portland.
We are both seekers of signs and lovers of symbols.
For years we've found lost fortunes in the strangest places.Whenever one of us finds one, we write a post. We don't know where the fortunes are leading, but we are following them and letting our story unfold, one found fortune at a time.
If this event in history has one silver lining, it will be that it was the catalyst to motivate the legions of people who have been lulled into complacency by a false sense that our country is a chugging along steadily in the direction of progress.
But with parenting, unlike with writing, procrastination is not an option. Once you have committed to it, there is no real choice but to wake up each day and begin again and again, until the scary moments begin to seem so small next to all the joyful ones.
It amazes me continually what we do to prove a thing's secure. We put engagement rings on our fingers and frame our diplomas. Get a grip, Grace my parents told me when I was being asinine; our eggs have special compartments in the fridge.