Tiny Altars

In your earlier 20s you look at women tethered to a partner and children and houses and assume it’s a matter of time before they’re lost to roles with waning interest in themselves. You are mistaken and only saved from your pompous naivety by two women in their late-40s, best friends since Brooklyn in the 90s, who are in fact married with children and houses and their first tether is to themselves. 

Tiny altars around their homes, on windowsills and table centers-little things their kids save mixed with little things they save so that what is sacred to both piles together.

Nothing about these women has been subtracted, only expanded, and to one another they say, “You’re still in there and you’re interesting.”