when life was great at AWP, we the powerful women laughed as hard as we cried for the women there. must of us had daughters and we talked about them constantly. we became aunts to them- loving our girls without knowing them, greeting them on visits as if they were our own. we knew that our love and passions extended to our homes and to this next generation. A few of us had boys, but we knew that they would be privilileged to be raised within a movement we owned. so, I have always cared for these daughters I haven't even seen (or rarely) as I do my own, and pray for them when I hear about their pain. I am doing that now, Becca, and so is my family. Love, Aunty Bob