Last night I watched my grandson, while my daughter worked on the cover for my new book on relational aggression, “Where There’s Smoke”. It is simply exquisite.

I really liked how the whole evening felt. It was neat to be a part of this multigenerational family. I, the oldest; Dionna, the young mother in her twenties, my younger daughter, eight and in my arms, my ittle grandson who is eight months old.

Women are communal. For ages, we’ve supported one another, older women sharing their knowledge with the younger, women being sisters and aunts to one another.

Wih the loss of a village community structure and the overly mobile nature of our society, we’ve lost that sense of closeness. I think that loss is reflected in many ways, in the anger of our youth, in the clinical depression and sense of isolation too many of us feel, and in the stark competition, albeit covert much of the time, among women and girls.

But we can create pockets of this networking and communal connection within our immediate world. I think as we do this, it can only benefit our society, at large.

We can work together in many ways and on many levels. This isn’t soft “female stuff”. It takes courage. Sometimes it’s easier to jump out of a plane wearing war gear, than to open one’s heart and extend oneself to another.

Demian,
~DreamSinger