Sometimes, you meet a person and there’s an instant “click;” an almost-audible moment when your heart recognizes theirs. Sometimes you’re drawn to their stories or the way they make you laugh, to the glint in their eyes or sheer awe at what they’ve overcome. Every friendship is a kind of falling in love.
This happened with my friend Samara. She read a post of mine on depression and I read one of hers on sexuality. That’s only the very beginning of the story but it is, in a nutshell, the heart of the Sisterwives! We are nine women bloggers who write about love and loss and struggles and joy. We cry and then we laugh bawdily because someone made a terrible pun.
We aren’t the kind of Sisterwives you see on reality TV. We are the kind who are sisters by will instead of blood or vows. Samara coined the term originally, and then she found more women bloggers who “clicked,” and they found even more, and soon there were nine of us. Nine – three squared – a number full of power, if you’re into math and magic.
But I should stop telling this particular story. It’s already being told, far more beautifully, in the inaugural post over at the Sisterwives blogging group: Who we are, and how we came to be.
Please visit to learn who we are, to read what we feel, and to see if you might be interested in guest posting! Because there may be just nine Sisterwives listed on the site, but there are infinite numbers of us in the world. Our goal is to discover, support, and highlight as many sisters as we can.