There are those times.... when I need reminding that I am actually female. What happened to a good cry? Sisterhood? The color pink? Between being the boss at work, going to meetings with middle-aged men, living in a house with men, and pumping my own gas, I can't even conjure femininity sometimes. In fact, if one of my step-daughters utters "Pinky Pie's Pretty Playhouse" or squeals over a picture of a Twilight boy, I almost get a cavity. I know my uterus is still in there somewhere, and I believe in the maternal instinct. These books bring it back out. They are all-girl.
Midwives by Chris Bohjalian. This book follows a home birth midwife through a desperate emergency C-section at home in a snowstorm and the ensuing drama after the bad outcome. I must've read this 10 years ago, and I still remember some of the descriptive lines.
The Red Tent by Anita Diamant. Did you know that in Old Testament times, menstruating women had to stay in a segregated tent? Did you ever think about not having dentistry? A great read especially if you have any prior knowledge of Old Testament history as a frame of reference.
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells. I have to recommend this. I'm not too cool. It is such a fun book. Pull this emergency cord next time you find yourself drowning in the testosterone ocean.
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