“Don’t you think you’re a little young to be calling yourself a crone?” I asked at last, trying not to sound overly incredulous.
“Some of the women in my group are as young as forty-nine,” she replied. “It’s just an acknowledgment that we’ve moved beyond the mothering stage and are ready to become active wise women.”
“Moved beyond the mothering stage”? What, did that mean she was finally going to kick Jeff out of the house and tell him to shape up?
I opened my mouth to ask the question and then shut it with a mental sigh. That was between her and Jeff; I’d been out of the house since I was eighteen and left to attend UCLA. Maybe the “mothering” she’d referred to was simply being of an age to have children.
“I’m glad it’s working out for you,” I said finally. It seemed to me the path sh
