One of my favourite books I recently completed was celebrating those women who have been my besties or my best friends. There were five of them and what would I have done without them and their mothers, by my side, laughing with me, crying with me and being naughty with me. It is the little things that make a story worth telling, the normal everyday things people do and how they interact.
Originally, I did not intend to include the mothers in my life story, but as the journey progressed, I realised those older women had influenced my life as much as their daughters. Continue Reading