"Life turns you right-side up and upside down and all manner of sideways. But somehow a person can end right-side up again. Not the same, mind you. No. Never the same. But sometimes what a person tumbles through becomes meaningful in the long run."
It was her youngest sister, the one who joined the Army, who'd said it to her. When you're standing in an airplane door with a parachute strapped to your back, either close your eyes and jump, or get out of the way and sit. Prudence had been thinking about that ever since her sister's visit. She was tired of sitting. She'd been tired of it for a long time.
Both of Sam's hands flew to her cheeks. "Oh my!" she gasped. "Oh my!" And then came the giggles. She extended both arms outward like a wooden scarecrow and began to twirl. Around and around, not too fast at first, gaining momentum. Love! There was no doubt about it. They were going to fall in love.
Fifteen women. Fifteen stories. Some happy. Some sad. Some surprisingly weird.