WOMAN TO WOMAN, GIRL TO GIRL Don't let giving up be something your feet know the feeling of. Train your feet, bare or bruised, how to rise. Success is won by the relentless and who is more relentless than a woman, who bleeds and builds. Her uterus marching through her stomach like a siren. March, woman. Double time toward your dreams, not the crown of becoming a wife who's throphy sits at the end of a church aisle. The other side of the bed is not empty just because a man is in it. Don't fill it with anything less than you deserve. Love should open gas station doors, the Chevy door, the barn door of happiness, doors that let you take up space. Not a trap door in sight. If there's no one knocking, call your girlfriends. Order wine, anything cooked in butter and let them serve advice and laughter. This, this is all the romance you'll ever need.