Last night I made the boys a special offer with the warning that it was a “good news/bad news” scenario. The good news was that if they finished their homework, we could watch a family movie. The bad news (for them)?
It was Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
You can imagine how that went over. Everyone else opted to do other things, but I still wanted to watch the movie because it’s been a very long time since I’ve seen it. In fact, it’s been so long, that I’d forgotten how rough it gets in some parts. It worked out well that the boys weren’t interested because it’s a gritty, real-life portrayal of not only the laughter, fun and shenanigans of a group of lifelong friends, but also of their dark struggles.
It’s a tale of pain, heartache and humanity on multiple levels.
What begins as young girls, sneaking out in their pajamas to tell stories, giggle …