Wifey's wishes

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i wish on stars, on fallen eyelashes. i wish at 11:11 and when i see fields of hay. i wish for hope and dreams and love and wishes that aren't so far off from the wishes i wished twenty years ago.

and then i wish new wishes.

i wish it did not take as hostile a space as wam to meet women as loving as nadia, sudy, bfp, lex, adele, donna and jess.

i wish for every one of them to know how wonderful and inspiring and brilliant and giving they are and for each of their worlds to be made up of individuals with the same vast generosity of spirit each of them possesses.

i wish for all women to have at least one friend who knows them and cares for them with the most resolute fierceness that i feel for my wifey. using my words to call sydette my "best friend" often feels not enough. but bfp's words brought me to tears as they captured our friendship.

i wish my purse was never stolen but i wish that anyone who experiences such a quick sense of loss and vulnerability is able to do so in a space shared by five other individuals who are willing to walk across creation with them in search of a police station that "might not be there," and who will stop and stand and scream on a street corner when that's the only thing to do.

i wish sylvia could have been in boston with us.

i wish to enjoy the glory of red mango with jaz.

i wish to buy one of the first copies of adele's book. soon.

i wish to remember to joy of nadia's laughter, the peace of lex's voice, the power of bfp's teaching, the safety of sudy's generosity, and the depth of my wifey's thoughts.

i wish to see everyone in june. because "detroit: it's not boston."